Males Are The Most Incomprehensible Species.

I'm Liking That I Can Throw Any Kind Of Sentence At Her Without Worrying It's Too Out There.

Prayer Or Not, I Want To Believe That, Despite All Evidence To The Contrary, It Is Possible For Anyone To Find That One Special Person. That Person To Spend Christmas With Or Grow Old With Or Just To Take A Nice Silly Walk In Central Park With. Somebody Who Wouldn't Judge Another For The Prepositions They Dangle, Or Their Run-on Sentences, And Who In Turn Wouldn't Be Judged For The Snobbery Of Their Language Etymology Inclinations.

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

Well Sure, Who Doesn't Need A Boyfriend? But Realistically, Those Exotic Creatures Are Hard To Come By. At Least A Quality One.

What's Better, I Wonder - To Be A Toy For The Humans, Or To Control Your Own Destiny , Even If The Only Way To Do So Is Suicide?