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January 19, 2005
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream…
"I need a boyfriend who likes to cook."
And clean, and wash windows, too?
You also need a boyfriend who isn't going to rip through your psyche. Who is going to respect you. Who isn't going to molest your kids' friends someday. Or your friends' kids. Or your kids.
You need a boyfriend who is a thousand things and more.
Perhaps while you're dreaming some more, you can get him to be healthy, wealthy, and wise, too?
Or you can stop feeling sorry for yourself, get off your ass, and go out there and grab life by the throat and *find* someone.
Because there are no dreams anymore. They're all dead.
There are, however, some compromises which aren't that bad.
But you'll never find them while you sit back and sullenly lick your wounds, thinking about how good it never was.
The BITTER is smirking at you, wondering when you'll stop feeling sorry for yourself and finally do something about it.
Until then, the BITTER has a nice selection of herbal teas for you. Available with milk, lemon, and quicksilver.
So quoth scott at 17:52 UTC
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