Oh, I'm So Inadequate. And I Love

The Ultimate Date For Me Would Be With Someone Fantastic, Fun And Great - And We'd Go To The Lennox Lewis/mike Tyson Fight.

My Family Responsibilities Don't Conflict With My Career. Not At All.

But I'd Like The Pie Heated And I Don't Want The Ice Cream On Top I Want It On The Side And I'd Like Strawberry Instead Of Vanilla If You Have It If Not Then No Ice Cream Just Whipped Cream But Only If It's Real If It's Out Of A Can Then Nothing.

Maybe That Whole Love Thing Is Just A Grown-up Version Of Santa Claus; Just A Myth We've Been Fed Since Childhood. So, We Keep Buying Magazines, Joining Clubs, And Doing Therapy And Watching Movies With Hit Pop Songs Played Over Love Montages All In A Pathetic Attempt To Explain Why Our Love Santa Keeps Getting Caught In The Chimney.

I Think There's An Ongoing Effort Involved In Trying To Get A Bigger Perspective, Trying To Let Go Of Things That Limit Your Capacity To Love And Be Loved Or Your Capacity To Hear And To Really Speak.