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I suppose my girlfriend's broccoli and cheese omelet breakfast yesterday morning isn't the only thing that has been note-worthy lately. I have this habit of really wanting to do things but convincing myself I'm too busy or tired to do so, such as writing. Roxana is an exceptional addition to my life. She has helped me feel a degree of passion that I have never felt before. Be it behind closed doors or in the slightest gaze we tend to catch each other in. Im a little disappointed in myself in my lack of eloquence lately, if only I wasn't so awkward with confrontation. If only we could stop forgetting that 'she is as sensitive and flawed as I'. I've never seen her question my intentions so avidly, and it hurts. She mistakes my defense for signs of the beginning of the end. She always laughed at my obsession in that scene of "Lost and Delirious", but I think Im really understading and having more of an attachment to it. "Shall I abide in this dull world, which in her absence is no better then a sty?" We haven't been seeing eye to eye for a little while. Our discomforts with our environment add to the tension of her not working all together making a bad equation. For once, though, I feel the bond I have with her is strong enough to withstand. The trick now is getting her to believe it