wonders
it became clear last night in the throws of passion that my current love feels i am very much the same as Cream of Wheat or Oatmeal. should i be flattered by this? i do know that i hadn't planned on being, just like cream of wheat, when i started to grow up. i had wanted to be something much more exciting. maybe a doctor or a stunt driver or just like nancy greene. but perhaps i have achived my personal/lifetime expectations in being just like Cream of Wheat. should i stop trying now?