Turn Me On With That Electric Feel

DATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MANY SINGLES WANT TO DATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD DATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE DATES I HAVE AVAILABLE FOR YOU AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. DATE. DATE.

pluralism so strange. now i'm feeling like a polite young lady with delicate mannerisms as i eat my beautiful supper, which means i am emotionally better-equipped to act irreverent and jovial on a phone call with my mother than i was when i was actually the irreverent and jovial person. one would think it would be easier when not actively impersonating someone, no?