Also…
Cute bearded one got me one of the QI books (The Book of General Ignorance) and a TARDIS cookie jar filled with dog biscuits. The man knows his audience.
The handsome bearded one and I at the Bioware Holiday Party last weekend. I have no words for the swankiness of the evening — no less than 12 ice sculptures, hand-rolled cigars, and more alcohol, food, and sweet treats than anyone would know what to do with. Amazing time.
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. It isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems – the ones that make you truly who you are – that you’re ready to find a life-long mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person – someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.
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| — | Daily Afflictions by Andrew Boyd |
