I just woke up and my heart is positively leaping into my throat. It's your love that makes my heart leap. I feel such a surge, such a rush of joy from it, that my heart jumps and leaps right in my throat and keeps right on jumping and leaping, and my breath catches as my heart basically is leaping around, stomping and pummeling my esophagus, crushing my larynx flat from all this jumping and leaping for joy that it does, and I just wanted to let you know that.
Jeez. Why would I want to let you know a thing like that? It's not your fault! I love you; I forgive you - the joy is mine, I take responsibility.
My larynx is like, ruined basically. It's all pulped and torn. My heart did a real number on my throat this morning.
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I guess this is one of those cases where one should definitely not kiss the boo-boo to try to make it better. Any more love and your heart is liable to explode, or worse, leapfrog right out of you and just bounce off down the street.
Oh! :(
We can't have that.
There may be a homeopathic remedy to aid your poor larynx. A guy once sent me a homeopathic spray when my throat was in a bad way, and I'll bet it could help you a bit. I can't say for abso-positive, though. I was never able to bring myself to tell the guy, because I had a big crush on him and was in thrall just getting a package from him, but my throat spray didn't actually spray---something must have been up with the nozzle. It just sort of squizzled out the sides, under the nozzle. I tried to just put some of it in my mouth, but I didn't feel like that was doing what it was supposed to. I still loved the whole shebang he sent, spray included, and I still have it all (except I may have had to get rid of the box when I moved. I hope I didn't---I love Converse boxes).
Of course I couldn't actually use the other stuff he sent either, not because it didn't work, but because then it might get used up/worn and I'd have to get rid of it, and that wouldn't do! No, sir. :)
This was a big, big, big crush. He also sent me a t-shirt which I never wore because I didn't want to mess with it. I wanted it just like he sent it, all himmy-like. :)
Hm, I think I'm a little wacky. And I could probably wear that t-shirt now.
she rose silently
as he kissed her
on the sand
and she found his heart
with a warm and
restless hand
and you can't see
just what you've done to me
but somehow I think
that you know
you know
-Lois, "Spray"
Whoops! Not totally necessary, but I left off the last line of that song!
I know you know
(oh, oh)
I don't mean to rain on whatever medical value sentiment might have, but homeopathy's for saps. It's probably just as well that sprayer didn't work - saving you the disappointment of the stuff inside not working!
Funny song choice. :-)
You should wear the t-shirt! It's no point him sending it if it doesn't ever get used right?
Well, the song choice is because it's called "Spray."
And I didn't mean homeopathic! Whoops. I just meant a natural herbal remedy.
You make me feel so much less sentimental. :P
Not in general, just about this.
>Well, the song choice is because it's called "Spray."
That's what I meant! The strong feeling in the lyrics, combined with the song being chosen due to the title's allusion to a busted spray bottle, was an amusing juxtaposition of sentiment and pun.
A lot of people do seem to use 'homeopathy' as a catchall for natural medicine - can't blame you for picking it up from the vernacular!
This is a much nicer discussion than the one I was going to start, which involved the same injury but also the Ultimate Prick Squad.
I wasn't going to use you as the subject (or direct object), though.
Well, any time the Ultimate Prick Squad gets involved, it's bound to get ugly!
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