| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i dreamed i stopped dreaming Last night at the going-away bash for W*ndy & J*n, I felt as if I'd stumbled into a slithering lair of Stepford Wives as Suni & Glitter Girl smiled at me, saucer-eyes gleaming, telling me how much they LUVVVVVVVV this town, their husbands, everything. And this is not to bash loving your husbands, your towns (I do, on both counts), but I guess as my love is often thorny and filled with questions and doubts and the search for self-improvement and so forth, I have a hard time stomaching the sweet-breathed wonder of it all. I love GB. I do. I love this town. No really. But sometimes I hate him too. And sometimes I hate it here. And I guess that's just my problem but I find it easier to talk with people who occassionally have temper tentrums and bouts of selfishness and have not lost the ability to get irritated with their respective soul-mates. And,just as importantly, have not lost the ability to admit it. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm just a big old selfish, pouty bitch. Always a possibility. 12:32 pm - 05.15.04
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