Sunday, February 3, 2008

An outlaw for an in-law

I have a really hard time going to sleep at night when I feel unfulfilled. I often feel unfulfilled, probably because I have no hot dates (or cold ones) and am semi-perpetually dieting. I say semi perpetually because I have more confidence than discipline. Judge as you will. So I was pattering around the hallway in our apartment, pestering Emily that I didn't know if I wanted a cheeseburger or a boyfriend. She cheerfully observed that obviously this meant my soul mate is...
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Yeah. The Hamburgler. Since so few of us even end up with our soulmates in this life, it looks like I will have to settle for less than even the Dollar Menu. Kting, kting. Those are tears, btw.

1 comment:

Emstar said...

I forgot he had orange hair! That plus his juggling skills makes me think he might be Ronnie McD's lil' brother gone bad. And rebels are cool, right? Kting?