Saturday musingsĀ 

It occurs to me that my most-dysfunctional relationships appear to be the most-honest ones. 

I mean, boys are yucky. And they lie. And they are high-maintenance and want to get laid all the time. 

Which, hey, I can live with. Not the lying but I’d rather be contorting myself into unnatural positions a few times a day rather than wondering where else they’re getting it if I’m not providing it. 

In any event, I wonder whether I’m loath to bring new people into my life because there’s only room for one all-consuming job in my life. 

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