letter to an ambivalent luv addict

I went in search of a bunny hole in which to fall - and got chased by a White Rabbit. Topsy turvy times I tell the tail, indeed. Sounds like we both had too much tea partying already.
Ambivalent addict? (let's leave luv out of it, shall we?) You have oxymoronictosis. (oxymooroonijeningeneningen en Ned. taal). I believe there's a cream available at Etos for that particular ailment.
Driving with automatic transmission seems rather ambivalent, come to think of it. Apparently, my brain has been idling in the background with the more than many debates it's had with those of the shifting-stick persuasion. But the problem isn't the sticking - it's the eventual clutching.