I would like to draw your attention to the fact that my dress has tiny flying ponies on it. THAT'S RIGHT, PEOPLE. TINY FLYING PONIES. It's why I had to buy it, even though it's basically cut as a maternity dress that makes me look pregnant. With twin elephants.
1. I think I'm coming down with swine flu. (Or maybe just regular flu, but 'swine flu' sounds so much more Dark Ages.)
2. The phrase 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all' is such absolute bollocks. There's an old fashioned surgery called a vagotomy. It relieved pain from stomach ulcers - this was back before they invented nice shiny pills for the purpose - by slicing through the vagus nerve that supplied the painful sensations. I wish there was a nerve supplying the part of my brain that loves, so I could cut it. All it ever does is bring pain. (MY shiny pills are only partially good at deadening it. My mother wants me to go see a 'real' psychiatrist now, but I doubt they'll tell me anything new. It all amounts to, "Only you can fix yourself," but maybe I've been broken too long.)
3. Is it me, or has Spencer lost weight? Or bought new pants? Either way, HELLO. (Not that he wasn't hot before, but rarr.)