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I must be the most pathetically romantic guy on the face of the planet. I keep having daydreams about waking up next to someone wonderful, and starting a lazy weekend with a cup of coffee, a good hike/swim/morning news show, and pleasant conversation with kisses in the interstices.
I even gave the damn thought an INTERNAL RHYME. God help me.
P.S. - News flash: just because you are smart does not mean you have good taste or style.
P.P.S. - Macbeth set in the USSR during the Cold War? What did we do to deserve this travesty?
I even gave the damn thought an INTERNAL RHYME. God help me.
P.S. - News flash: just because you are smart does not mean you have good taste or style.
P.P.S. - Macbeth set in the USSR during the Cold War? What did we do to deserve this travesty?