I hate and love. You ask, perhaps how that can be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

It’s an oxymoronic title because wood doesn’t really possess a high density.

Well, maybe with the exception of a particular wooden blockhead!

So I told him I like none of the boys he threw at me for the “fuck chuck and marry” game because I feel for someone else in my heart. He actually asked me who I liked! Damn. Is it not obvious enough?

He had to ask things such as “the guy you like, i see before ma or know ma”, “is that guy from outlet o or outlet d” and “so you going tell him or wait for that woodblock to move?”.

And he could end off with a “I see. Let me guess then not a lot guys including me”.

WTF.