I could name this... thought of mine... The Fridge Magnet.
Come to think of it, it's like a little ornament, right over my bed, right over my head. Adorning every moment of my sleeping being, troubling every second of my vacant existence.
For you... I've written 3 I guess. Not 2 like I told you. So that makes you No.1 ? I was good with Math before... Darn... Stupid me... I must be No.10. Tens and ones don't match... Fuck!
How about ones and twos?
I want a correct love equation.
Once I learnt that parallel lines intersect... Yeap... I'll need a miracle like that.