That's Whack!
Some of you may have noticed that some of the posts seem out of order, or out of whack (ahhhh...). That a "new" post has been placed after one you've already read. Well boys and girls, the problem is that I have been "drafting" up the long posts while actually "publishing" these short ones. Apparently, Blogger orders them according to the time I start drafting them so once the drafts are ready for publishing, they are placed "out of order."
So please, don't be shy to scroll down to the next entry b/c it may be a "new" one. Thanks.
Things That Go Bump In the Day
Yesterday, it sounded like a creature (most likely a bird) somehow got itself trapped in our office ceiling. We could hear it hopping around frantically looking for a way out. It creeped me out so much that I actually had to leave my office and go downstairs. I kept having visions of it busting through one of the ceiling panels and wildly pecking my eye out like a scene from "The Birds". Smartly, one of my co-workers opened up a panel for the thing to give it an escape route, but by then it had disappeared. Hopefully, having found a way out of the building. But now I think we're all going to get Legionaire's Disease. Or Bird Flu....
PS: (And this is NOT propos the above at all) Congrats to Dallas on her engagement and (hopeful) re-entry back into the States!!
Friends First
I have always been an advocate for "friends first" in terms of finding one's mate. However, in retrospect, I'm not sure why I'm such a fan for the idea considering none of my male friends have ever turned into anything more. In fact, when I become a guy's galpal, they tend to forget that I am a woman. They begin to see me as just one of the guys. Let me tell you, I have been exposed to more "locker room talk" than any woman should have to endure. But, I suppose they feel comfortable enough to talk like that in front of me because I don't care. I let them be as crass as they please because I understand that it's
just talk, and that most of those guys are actually much more sensitive and intelligent than they may sound at these particular times. I've also, so some extent, learned to tune them out. Occasionally, one of the men might remember than I am actually of the fairer sex and will say, "Hey, c'mon! There's a lady present!" Or, "C'mon! Watch what you say! She's like my little sister!" (Grrrrrr!) But my usual reply is, "Don't worry, I wasn't even paying attention." So they get even crasser, if that even is a word....
But I guess I like the romanticised idea of "friends first" of all those teen romance books I used to read. One of the favoured storylines was the underdog best friend who the girl doesn't realize is perfect for her and so she pines for the jerky, most popular boy in school, until the end when (lightbulb!) she finally sees the supportive best friend in a new light. Great '80s interpretation to film?
"Some Kind of Wonderful." Although, the twist in that movie was that the protagonist was male. Ahhh, Eric Stolz when he was cute....Sigh! They were my favourite of all the cliched storylines!!
These days, I suppose I thought it was just logical. To fall in love with your best friend, what could be more perfect? Presumably, you've been friends for a while, so you already know one another's quirks and quarks; you're comfortable with one another's presence; as they said on "Friends," "It's like being on the 10th date". Once the flame on the bunsen burner been lit (chemistry...get it?), it seems like you have the whole package, right?
Not always, seems to be the correct answer to that question. Take, for example, Swan. She was friends with this guy for a couple of years and then he made his "move." After she thought about it, swan decided to take the plunge. Her past relationships which did not start out in friendship ended, so why not see if this friends first thing really worked out better? Well, based on the first sentance of this paragraph, it should be clear to all that they are no longer together. Friends for 2 years, no longer a couple after 8? 9? months. Turns out, you can be friends with people who you do not share a lot of similarities with. However, it's a little harder to make a successful long-term romantic relationship with someone who's ideals and values are not akin to your own. When two people who are looking to spend the rest of their lives together can't agree on where to raise their children (or lack thereof as the case may be) it causes serious strife. Conpromise is to be expected in any relationship, but when one never gets their way or only gets it when the other person has given in but obviously is unhappy about their compromise, it leads to unhappiness, which may ultimately lead to the end of the relationship. Whether the end comes after 8 months of dating or after 45 years of marriage, in today's society, that relationship, which started in friendship, is doomed. There are the special few that "make it work," and the sad few that "suffer in silence," but those cases are becoming more and more rare.
But before we even get to that point, there is the hard reality that it is hard to "take the plunge" in the first place. How many times have we heard, "no, we're just friends," or the ever popular, "I don't want it to wreck the friendship." I find this is such an interesting defense mechanism. We kvetch and we kvetch about trying to find that special someone, and I think most people can appreciate the idea of being friends first, but when the subject of crossing over from friendship to something more people shy away from the possibilities. C'mon, reeeeeally, how close of friends were you anyway? And heck! You can always make more! So why are we so reluctant to risk that "friendship" in order to discover whether or not this person is our soulmate? What are we really so scared of? And I can't help wondering, if we were such good friends to start off with, after the understandable bitter or mourning period that follows the end of the romantic relationship, why wouldn't we be able to be friends again? Swan says she's never friends with her ex's, but does that mean she never could ever? Why does she clump this "friend first" guy in with all the others? I guess only time will tell.
When I look around me, I am hard pressed to find a happily married couple who were friends first. The closest example I can think of is Jove. (As previously mentioned in a comment I added to a post, Jove is my romance novel enabler friend. I call her that becuase Jove is Nora Robert's publishing company.) She says she was friends first with her new hubby, but if I recall correctly, there was instant chemical attraction between them. Circumstance kept them apart, forcing them to be "just friends," but technically, I don't think they really count as a successful example of a real friends first relationship. Huh...I really cannot think of a true successful friends first relationship! But that might just be because I don't really know very many people....
Okay, so in review, I don't really know what my point is. I'm just brainstorming over here. Please understand I'm just spouting off the first thing that comes out of my head. I am NOT saying any of this is "the facts" or "the truth," and in fact, on any given day I may have totally different views on any of the topics I tackle here in my blog. These are just observations I am experiencing in the NOW. So if it seems disjointed (because I no longer edit myself) or I seem to contradict myself from paragraph to paragraph, that is why. And if you have any differing opinions on any topic, please feel free to voice them in my comments section! If I don't like to hear what you have to say, I'll just delete you! MWAH HAHAHAHAHA!
(She laughs maniacally as she rubs her hands together and raises an eyebrow High)
Corollary
Jane Austin wrote over 10 novels primarily about an intelligent, middle-class heroine who's urgent preoccupation is to find a suitable marriage that is hopefully a love match. She died at the age of 41 unmarried.
Elizabeth Hardwick said about Jane: "I don't think her superb intelligence brought her happiness."
More Theories About Men & The Women Who Luff Them
I was reading back a couple of months worth of posts just to see if there was anything TOO incrimination before I forwarded the blogsite to a co-worker friend of mine. I don't usually do that - hand out my site's address to co-workers unless they no longer live in the country - but I trust him to keep my secrets and think maybe he won't really come visit.... You'd better be able to keep my secrets, hue!
Anyway, back to my original point. I was scrolling back when I noticed that I told y'all that I had some more theories about relationships, akin to the pretty-dulls vs. ugly-funnies, that I wanted to share with you but didn't have time at the time. But now for the life of me, I cannot remember what those theories were. So in the interest of keeping me busy and you entertained, I will try and come up with some.
Now it might seem funny-weird (not "haha") to some of you that I have so many of these theories about the relationships between men and women, for as you very well know, I am NO Carrie Bradshaw. Nor even the lesser (in my opinion) Candace Bushnell. In fact, I am quite the opposite. In fact, I am a homebody who has had few real-life experiences in which to base my findings. In fact, I have garnered many opinions on the matter through my observations, of which I have made many.
At play, I have observed my friends' relationships.
At work, I have observed the way men think and act around eachother. (I work with "guy's guys" who tend to forget that I am a WOman and not one of
them.)
At home, I have "observed" a lot of television which, by the way, should not be pishawed by the likes of you! (The reason many relationship "issues" keep getting rehashed on tv is because these "issues" are prevalent in "real life" which is why the shows are so "relatable" to most.)
At forced appearances at family functions, I have observed my family's marriages, the ups, downs and in-betweens; for I am the last singleton among them.
In addition to all of the observing, I am very curious about the human condition. I once had short-lived dreams of becoming a Psychiatrist, that is until I realised I'd have to do over 7 years of medical school and had no affinity for biology. (And to my young mind, a psychologist just didn't cut the mustard.) I know I'm going to sound like I'm tooting my own horn, but I think that although I didn't have the affinity for biology, I do have it for analyzing the psyche. I love to ask people "Why?" and "What if?" I think I am a good at reading people. True, my first impression is not always the
right one, but I think (after time and exposure) I am open-minded enough to reassess and change my initial impression. Huh....Thinking about it now, I realize that I probably preceive most first impressions to be negative due to of my aforementioned pessimism and cynicism. Interesting....
Anyway, I'll marinate over the "issues" (and have actually begun to formulate my next post) and get back to you.
Highbrow('s) thinking.
So on the advice of many, I have been taking Cold-FX to try and rid me of my cold. I bought and took it before reading the label, so image my dismay when I found out that it basically ginseng. (I'm very much pro-chemical-based-non-prescription-drugs.) Has it worked? Maybe. I feel much better overall after only 2 days of usage (it claims to heal you in 3), but as for relieving my sinus symptoms (aka BAD headache) it does abso-fuckin-lutely nothing! I give it a 3.5 out of 5.
And I Lived Happily Ever After
Before I you start reading this post, I just wanted to make excuses for the poor writing skills displayed below and apologize to you for having to read it. I wrote the majority of this post while experiencing a massive sinus headache (I have a head cold) so if my thoughts are all over the place that is why. Today I feel much better, but am too lazy to edit. So here it goes:
This past Friday night, I was grilled about "my story" which I never finished and still do not intend to do so. For those of you moaning for more, first off I'd like to say "Thanks". Thanks for supporting my endeavor by reading the installments, and more importantly, thanks for seeming to receive real enjoyment through the reading and real loss for not having any to read any more.
But one of those revelations I had over the last 6 months was that those fanciful romantic ideals I spend a lot of my day dreaming about are more harmful than I might have once believed. Sure it was okay when I was still in grade school and used to indulge my innocent fantasy by reading silly little teen romance novels about a girl and her first kiss, first boyfriend, first love, sigh, but, serously?, I probably should have put an end to it when i graduated high school.
In fact I pretty much had. That is until I met a girl who was working at the same company as I in university. She was doing a co-op term and I was working part-time and summers. My first impression of her was not the most favourable and I used to mock her for reading those trashy adult romance novels with all their sometimes ridiculously described sex scenes. Heaving busoms here, thobbing manhoods there. But, despite her petite build, she was no wilting flower. She challenged me to read one of her books, in full, and then if I still thought they were trash, I could continue trashing them. Well, worthy adversary that she was, she choose a very good book by still one of my favourite authors (
"Born in Fire" by Nora Roberts) which also happens to be the first in a trilogy, sneaky bitch! I was converted. And she is now one of my closest friends. So I blame this enabler for continuing my fanciful romantic ideals into adulthood.
I don't think any of you realize just how these daydreams emcompass my existance. Any free mental moment I get I float back to where I was in the current "story" (like flipping back to the page in a book where you left off) and continue. I don't know where this story is going except that it'll end "happily ever after". Sometimes I will even backtrack and "re-write" a section if I've thought of a better plotline. The basic principals are always the same: I am the heroine and there's a man who I meet at the beginning, to which I can describe that meeting in full detail down to the accessories I am wearing, there's a conflict or misunderstanding, and then we will fall hopelessly in love by story's end. It's pretty formulaic, however the details are always different. I get so engrossed in my own imagination that should I be composing on the subway the emotions that "I" (my character) feels is running all over my face. Heck, sometimes I'll include a funny anecdote and literally chuckle out loud. People look at me like I'm crazy! It's taking over my life!!
That in it of itself is not the reason I feel I should stop. It's the deeper emotional ramifications that I'm worried about. There are a few, which include the fact that my expectations for a mate are probably higher than they should be. Aka: I'm too picky because no man will ever be as great as the ones I make up in my head. Also, and here's the kicker, I believe the stories keep alive in me a childlike hope for the societal implied necessity for the whole husband & family deal in order to be a whole person myself. But having turned 30, with none of that even remotely in site, maybe it's best if I finally shed those expectations and come to terms with the fact that maybe I'm not meant to be one of those people. Maybe it's not in the cards for me to get married and have kids. Maybe, if soulmates exist, I don't have one. And just maybe, I need to be okay with that prospect. And the only way I can be okay with it is if I stop hoping for it.
Last night I watched my first PVR recorded show, "Emily's Reasons Why Not" and something she says at the end really struck a cord with me:
"As much as I want to find my other half; I need to consider the possibility that maybe I'm already whole."
Who knows, maybe this will be the key to finding my mate? "They say" you fall in love when you least expect it. Oh dear! If the only way I can be happy with being single is to push those romantic thoughts out, that is a very dangerous thought to have floating in the back of my mind....
Happily Ever,
Highbrow
Bienvenue Ma Petite Chouchou
Okay, so "chouchou" means hair scrunchie in french, but whatev...it rhymes, so good. Actually, I thought it meant cauliflower. I know, that doesn't make any sense either.
I'm back babies. How consistantly I don't know. I just find I don't really have a lot to write about. Especially since now that I'm "growing as a person" I'm trying to gossip less and I've decided I need to vent less. Or at least not be so angry and bitter. I was watching the pilot of
"Four Kings" which is a new, and not very funny, sit-com on NBC about 4 guys in their 20's living together. It stars Seth Green, who I adore, and at the end of the show I realized that within my group of friends, I am the almost always angry and bitter one. It's was a surprising revelation. When did I evolve into such a person? I know I have alway had a bit of a temper, and I know I tend to seriously vent once in a while, but when did I start to feel the need to vent ALL OF THE TIME?! It made me realize that I didn't want to be this person. I don't want to live my life angry, bitter, envious of others and full of self-pity all the time. Who am I? Paul Giamatti?? (Or at least all of the characters he's played, cuz really what does he have to be bitter, envious and full of self-pity over?) So I've decided I need to attempt change in that area of my life. I own property, have a good job, a cute dog, and family and friends who love me. I should be happy with my life, n'est pas? Because I know if I don't change, I'll continue down this angry road, and that's no good. I've been exposed to enough anger in my life.
I've come to a bunch of self-revelations these past 6 months. I've been off work and sunk into a deep dark funk. I would start to cry at the push of a button (or at the end of "Ghost Whisperer" - a super cheesy drama starring, yes, Jennifer Love Hewitt). One of those revelations is that I am a pessimist. Now this may not come as a surprise to some (or all) of you, but nevertheless, it did to me. I've always thought of myself as a realist or pragmatic. I know that I've always had a propensity for snarkasm (thank you "Gilmore Girls" for that fab combination of words!) and cynicism, but I really never thought of myself as a pessimist. But I am, and I have to live with that. I don't think I can change this aspect of my character as I see the pessimism as an innate factor (whereas the anger as a learned one) but I feel I need to be on the look-out for it and attempt to curb the negative thoughts from leaving my lips.
But don't worry, mes petite chouchous, I will not completely leave leave my lowbrow ways behind me....I'll still occasionally give you something to talk about at the watercooler.
Hmmm...but what should I write about now that doesn't incite me into a full blown rage? Well, there's always TV!! First off, BIG NEWS (to me alone, I know): I finally got an HD PVR (DVR for those of you in the US of A). For the non-television savvy, a PVR (Personal Video Recorder) is basically a hard drive in your digital cable/satellite box that records live tv - what you program it to record as well as temporarily recording whatever you are currently watching. The latter is a cool feature because it is the fuction that let you "Pause and Rewind Live TV!!" a feature I never thought I would use but actually turns out to be super handy! The HD part stands for High Definition. For those of you who have been living under a rock (or just don't watch as much tv as I do...) Hi-Def, for short, is a step up from digital viewing which is a step up from traditional analog viewing. Basically it's more pixels for your buck, giving you a cleaner, crisper, colour saturated picture. It's fantastic! I watched "How I Met Your Mother" in HD last night and I could practically feel the stuble starting to grow on Ted's face! It's basically the generic version of TiVO without the superchip that figures out your program watching habits and starts to automatically record what it thinks you will like. Now that would be
sooooooo cool! But I'm learning to be happy with what I have. Riiight.
Mid-season replacements are starting to air. But before I begin, let's take a moment to say goodbye to those shows that had potential to be great but the greedy networks didn't give them the chance: "Kitchen Confidential," "Arrested Development" (all but finished for good) and "Threshold".
Now say hello to (in no particular order and without prejudice):
Love Monkey - Starring Tom Cavanaugh - 1 hour dramedy about a guy trying to find love in the big city; aka "Ed" in NYC (Luff It!)
Crumbs - Starring Fred Savage - 30 min sit-com about a prodigal son returning to help out his crazy family
In Justice - Starring Kyle McLaughlin - 1 hour procedural drama about a team of lawyers and investigators that free the wrongly convicted. (Silly me, I didn't get the play on word of the show's title until the first time I said it out loud...)
What About Brian - Starring Barry Watson - 1 hour dramedy about a guy who is the last one of his friends to get married; a guy trying to find love (see "Love Monkey" above)
(ed. note: Just where in the heck are all these supposed "guys" anyway?!?)
The Evidence - Starring Orlando Jones - 1 hour procedural drama which follows the evidence to put the bad guys away; from producer John Wells of "ER" fame
The New Adventures of Old Christine - Starring Julia Louis-Dreyfus - 30 min sit-com about a divorce mom who finds out her ex is dating a younger woman also named Christine
Emily's Reasons Why Not - Starring Heather Graham - 30 min sit-com about a woman trying to find love (much more believeable)
Courting Alex - Starring Jenna Elfman - 30 min sit-com about a woman trying to find love (where have I seen that before?)
The Loop - Starring (cutiepie) Bret Harrison - 30 min sit-com about a guy just entering the work force, trying to be a professional at work, but his buddies keep getting in the way
Four Kings - Starring Seth Green - 30 min sit-com about 4 buddies living together in NYC
The Book of Daniel - Starring Adian Quinn - 1 hour drama about a minister who's hooked on Vicodin, has 2 screwed up kids and speaks to Jesus
Windfall - Starring Luke Perry - 1 hour drama following the lives of 20 lottery winners
Conviction - Starring Stephanie March - 1 hour procedural drama following the professional and personal lives of NY ADAs; the newest in the Law & Order series
The Bedford Diaries - Starring Milo Ventimiglia - 1 hour drama about those taking a human sexuality class at a liberal arts college in NYC.
Misconceptions - Starring Jane Leeves - 30 min sit-com about a girl who wants to meet her biological father who turns out not to be the man highly desirable man described on his sperm bank donor card
Welcome back to the following returning shows: "Scrubs" and "Jake in Progress"
And, okay, I'll mention returning reality series that I will catch an episode of if there is nothing else on: "Beauty and the Geek," "American Idol," "Dancing with the Stars," and the all new "Skating with the Stars" (as one reviewer put it: "It's Todd Bridges. Skating. On Ice.").
So I hope this has somewhat satiate the appetites of those of you out there asking about my practically defunt blog.
Hope your 2006 has started on a High
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Moving Onto My Next Obsession
In terms of shopping, I go through major phases. I get obsessed with a particular type of item and then I have an uncontrolable urge everytime I go shopping to buy something in that category. Eventually the obsession fades, although it never truely disappears, and when it fades another item becomes the objet d'obsession. (I don't know if that's real French, but it looks good.)
It started in high school with shoes. Ahhhh, yes, a women's best friend. After her credit card.... And then I had my dark period (where I started saving towards a downpayment on a house). But in retrospect, although I don't remember spending on something tangible, I actually spent a lot of money because I travelled a lot. Then came expensive hair products. I've just exited my stationary (blank greeting cards - I luff them!! I luff them so much I can't bear to part with them and send them to people...I never said they were healthy obessions.) phase.
Presently, I've incurred a new obsession: Jewelry. It has to do with my whole turning-30-growing-as-a-person thing. I want to invest in some nice pieces of jewelry, because, well, I don't have any. I've "stolen" a couple of pieces from my mother's collection, and have recently received a couple of gifts, but I feel like I
need more! Not with just jewelry, but with (pause) EBAY!!! (Dun! Dun! Dunnnn!) This is NOT guud! Someone with my type of obsessive-complusive personality plus boredom at work equals a dangerous situation!
The reason I haven't been posting lately? Can't afford to spend time writing about my "feelings" here, because I need to keep refreshing the page to see if my bid is going to win the auction! It's a neverending torment of nerves! Ack Gil! I've become one of YOUUUUUUUU!
Sweaty brow
When I Grow Up, I Wanna Be...
I am not anywhere near where I thought I was going to be at 30.
When I was young and foolish, I planned on being married to my Prince Charming by age 25. At 30, I would have just had my twin princes-in-waiting, giving me 3 charming boys in total and already planning on a 4th child: a princess this time. Professionally, I wanted to be a corporate lawyer (I don't even know what they do!?!) pulling in a mid-6 figure salary. And of course, I was going to own a while convertible Porsche 911 carriage and a brand new castle in the 'burbs.
Fairy Tale, indeed!!
Instead, I am a single contract worker with no car and a 6-year-old-misbehavin' dog and 100-year-old house. How did I get here?
It's funny how the littlest things will end up shaping your entire future. I never imagined I'd be working where I am in my wildest fantasies! I love it. I love what I do and the product we produce and love the entire process it takes to complete the product; but I never thought I'd be so lucky as to actually get to be a part of it
and get paid well to boot! I was brought up in one of those families where the parents tried to force their children to do well academically in order to obtain a vocation in a "real" profession. We were to be doctors or lawyers or engineers or accountants. We were allowed to dabble in the Arts, but never were we supposed to make a career out of it! My grade 3 teacher encouraged my mother, at the annual parent-teacher conference, to let me audition for the district's School for the Arts. My mother responded with a solid, resounding NO! They didn't concentrate enough on the academic subjects. "MAWWWWM! That's why it's a School for the Arts! Duh!" The only exception to that rule were those gifted few that were forced to take up an instrument at age 3 and would become child concert prodigies. I was
not one of those few.
I did pretty well in high school without really trying. In university, I majored in Political Science, as close as you can get to "pre-law" in Canada, and again got decent marks considering I hardley ever showed up. But, as I've said before, I burned out, dropped out and then my brother got me this summer job that blossomed into a full-time "profession." My parents, although dismayed, didn't yell at me as much as I thought they would when I decided not to go back to school. I think they thought it was a phase and I'd eventually go back. Or maybe my older siblings had already broken them in by becoming professional disappointments themselves. Whatever the case, they are fine with the decision now. Mainly because they know I'm making a fairly decent chunk of money, and being responsible with it (a.k.a. buying property on my own at the age of 27). They can't brag, "My daughter's a lawyer!" But they can say, "My daughter's entirely financially self-sufficient," and seem content in that knowledge. Actually, they are getting desperate for me to get married (preachin' to the choir!), but that's another post...Stratch that! I don't even want to think about that....
I don't really have a destination of thought here. It just struck me this morning (the things one thinks about in the shower!) that I am not living the life I ever imagined. It doesn't make me sad. It doesn't make me happy. It just is.
Retrospective Lowbrow
Men Are From Uranus
Ever watch that episode of "Seinfeld" guest starring Molly Shannon as the woman who doesn't bend her swinging arms when she walks? Some guys at Elaine's office are making fun of her and then when she joins in they're all, like, "Me-Ow!" Well, the writers were brilliant because they totally hit that stereotype/nail on the head!
Fact: men are totally clueless about women. Fact: women know about other types of women. So when I talk to a woman about how this other woman we know is the type that other women don't like because she is so obviously manipulative with men but they don't see it and fawn all over her, she totally gets what I'm talking about. But if I say the same thing to a typical man, they're all "Me-Ow!"
And if I try to explain to one of these men who are wrapped around this (let's call a spade a spade)
girl's finger what she is really up to, well, fuhgeddaboudit! Men are blind when it comes to women. If a woman puts her mind to it, in most situations, she can always have "hand" (another "Seinfeld" reference). Men are clueless and predictable. It isn't a coincidence that there are so many jokes made to this effect on television and in the movies. Heck, "Everybody Loves Raymond" just ended a successful 9 year run on this one running joke alone! (And yes, I cried during the series finale last night! I'm really a cheeseball inside this iron mace exterior!)
However, as you know, I am trying to
grow as a person, and not let what this girl does bother me so much. It doesn't really effect my life one way or another. More than anything, what is truly bothering me is not being able to figure out why it bothers me so much! Maybe it's because I see these types of girls (because regardless of age they still have a lot of maturing to do - [shout out gil!]) get so much undeserving attention from the male species. They play the victim and guys rush to play the hero; like moths to a flame. So where does that leave a strong-minded, self-sufficient, independant woman like me?
I think I've always known that it would take a rare and special man to be willing to take a chance on me. My close friends know this about me as well, which is why I'm not the first person they think of when they meet a single man who is willing to get set up. It's just that when it comes to finding/waiting for this man, I'm starting to lose my patience!! Which in turn, I know, will make me into a woman that will require an even rarer and special-er man. Awww CRAP!
I was just "joking mad" with the "If You Can't Do, Teach / Preach / Critique-ch" entry, but stuff like this makes me seriously hot under the High
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collar!
