and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

It's funny that at almost the same time bunny and bunnie are struggling with the ever familiar problem of email-watching. Sure the situations aren't the same (I have a sneaking suspicion that bunny does not, in fact, really care if she hears back from Dave Coulier) but it's indicative of our culture now. Constant access to everything, everyone, makes for a sometimes difficult time as we go unfulfilled.. knowing we can reach anyone anytime - and more importantly, knowing they can reach us.. well, makes reality a little more starkly cold and harsh when you find out people don't, in fact, want to/ need to/ will reach you. Fuck 'em.

In the end you get more out of rambling along in your blog like a bad Nabokov novel (which Bunnie very much sounds like right now) and venting frustration at the insanity and unfairness of the human condition than you'll get out of waiting for an email that will never come.

And do us all a favour - don't apologize. We're all adults here. We get it that you "shouldn't really complain" because you "don't really have it that bad" so don't remind us. If you're going to bleed your heart out on the keyboard then just do it.. No apologies.

That was a heck of an email you sent me. I was waiting for it though. I kept refreshing this damn page every thirty seconds or so. she said. Yah, how does it feel? Some people are a little too self-absorbed to realize what they're doing to other people but they are, ultimately, the ones that need it the most. They are the ones to feel the most slighted. They always think they deserve something too, whether concious or not, that the rest of the world has already gotten over taking for granted.

Never mind that I've been refreshing my proverbial email page every thirty seconds for months now. Nevermind that at all.

Girl: I'm thinking of making dinner for him. What kind of food screams valentine's day?

Boy: In a book once somebody added a drop of menstrual blood to a man's coffee in order to make him fall in love with her.
That just SCREAMS romance.

You could always say I love you.

But by then, it is too late.