"Gonna Be Good This Year!"

Good Is Absent Again

Now where is my prize? Is it that I need to wait a little longer? How long is long enough? Twelve inches, ooops, I meant 12 months? Yeah, I know you think that was a 'bad' slip. I'm only human, right?
Humans do slip. It's what they slip in or what they slip on that's the problem with good is absent.

Where is the day that I wont feel sad about my thoughts? When will I just be able to call Twelve up, tell him what I want, need and how I want it without this guilt of fornication? How unfair. I am only human. I guess the urge to splurge and slip aint going nowhere no time too soon.

Anticipation of elation is lurking in my carnal situation. Haha. That's really not funny either. What's driving this feeling that feels so good if it is so bad? I hate to think that all of those times I thought that I was being good were times I was really being bad. Good is giving me big problems today. I must revisit the origins of 'good' a few more times before any elucidation can really settle in my stubborn mind.

I don't want to be good if loving Twelve is wrong. Well, 'loving' has a dual meaning in this instance, of course. But I do love him, right? Or, did I get it confused? Back to the drawing board of the origin of good.