I think I'm getting sentimental in my old age. I find myself wanting to find love and romance, which is quite disturbing. I seem to remember having those desires surgically removed from my brain years ago. I guess a small bit of it remained and began to re-grow, you know like mold or cancer. What? I sound cynical? Why thank you, I've worked very hard to become so. I had to out of pure self defense, trust me. It's been next to impossible to find anyone that I have much in common with, and when I do they're usually in their early 20's. I'm not sure what that says about me but I'll be self indulgent and say that means I still have a youthful out look on life. Of course the flip side of that is that most women in their early 20's are, well, kind of stupid. OK, maybe that isn't the right word, maybe saying they lack life experience is better? Nah, stupid is more accurate in most cases. And the very rare times I find someone who is romantic, they are so uninterested in sex it's unbelievable. It seems that I am always forced to make a choice, either someone who likes sex or someone who is romantic and caring. I have yet to find anyone who encompasses both. Will I ever? Probably not. I have long ago resigned myself to that fact. The only thing I'm looking for now is someone to see a movie with or whatever every once in a while. The whole 'Great Romance', well, just aint gonna happen. Besides, do you know any woman alive that would put up with the whole magic and ventriloquism thing? Yeah, I didn't think so.
OK, now that's out of the way, I'm getting back to my book, "The Encyclopedia of Egg Magic'. Yep, there is such a thing. Yeah, I know, I need professional help.
OK, now that's out of the way, I'm getting back to my book, "The Encyclopedia of Egg Magic'. Yep, there is such a thing. Yeah, I know, I need professional help.