My roommate, J, just asked me if I considered myself romantic. After careful deliberation and suspicion of the context and reason for her query, I said, “Behind closed doors.” To which she replied, “Yeah, you don’t seem it.”
“And you?” I ask.
“Oh yeah, definitely. I am hopeless.”
GREAT. Sometimes, I think the universe is playing a big joke on me, pairing me with those love-y types in futile hope of changing my cold exterior. I’m no cynic though.
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Jen added these pithy words on Oct 03 09 at 4:56 pmBe proud, Millie! I prefer your careful optimism to some tightly corseted romance heroine with low blood sugar. Those (psycho-)bitches can eat cake in hell.
Btw — Might be working at Anthro! Pray to whatever gods smile upon thee for me to cinch this paying job!
My name is Millie.
I enjoy yoga, traveling, cooking, reading and running.
And, sometimes I write.
If the computer is a bicycle for the mind, I can ride pretty fast. 
