Sunday, Sept. 28, 2003 | 3:03 AM

Holy Christ I am so drunk and so attracted to you. Did you really break up with your boyfriend? Did you really kiss me? Do you know how insane I am around you? I feel like my IQ drops about 30 points when you're close to me. All I can do is giggle and bite your neck. I want you in my room, in my bed. I want you under my covers. I want your curves and your giant corrupt brain. I want your smile always beaming at me. I want you so so so fucking bad. God damn't, Ivy. Don't fucking toy with me. I can't take your very presence.