Ok. Guilty confession time.
Guilty confession #1: Although I some day dream of living in a big city, right now, I want to move to the suburbs when I am thirty (you know, after the whole gay-death thing)—thank god that won’t be for another 10 years. I will take pictures of my furniture, my dog wearing silly hats, bike races, my lawn, and family get-togethers. Is that so wrong? For an example of my unbridled life ambitions do the the clickity-clack here.
Guilty confession #2: I think Madonna wrote the song Like a Virgin expressly for me. Just you take a look:
I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you
Like a virgin, ooh, ooh
Like a virgin
Feels so good inside
When you hold me,
and your heart beats, and you love me
I know, I know. Now tell me that song is not personally tailored to my unique life experiences. (And I’m drunk)