The pool has seen it's share of floaters.

I ate ice cream at 12:30am and I'm feeling the slight tingle of a missed friend.  My belly is pulsating like the broken bolts of the Titanic as it slide across it's frozen fate.  I had planned on writting something about the day I first realized we were all puppets to the ones we love, but I am instead clenching hard and hoping my fingers will allow the words to come quicker than the taco bell flow about to literally hit the fan.  .......