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E	Eclectic
M	Meticulous
I	Impenetrable
L	Literate
Y	Yummy

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I forgot how much fun threetimes and I can have together. I've been so wrapped up in the loss of B and the subsequent loss of myself that I've spent a lot of time trying to prove any other configuration unworkable. I thought I'd circumvented any lingering resentment I had away from my loved ones, but apparently it remained below the surface, deleterious and Hermann Hesse-like. I never forgot that I loved him, but I forgot about our powerful connection, the living and dynamic emilyandgeo that we need in order to thrive. It was static; we synthesized it, but had ceased to cultivate it. But now, when our eyes meet, I feel a flash of recognition--I see myself, I see us, and I love what I see. I love you, boo. I've missed us.

What a pansy.

"It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is."

You are Desiderius Erasmus! You have great love for others and will do just about anything to show it to them. You are tolerant and avoid confrontations, so people generally are drawn to you. You are pretty popular because you let people have their way, even when you have things figured out better than them. You are more quiet and reserved in front of strangers, but around some people you open up. Unfortunately you often get things like "what a pansy," or "you're such a liberal."

What theologian are you?
A creation of Henderson
Woo hoo! D now has his own LJ as tutordennis. Apparently, the narcissism is contagious.

We went fridge-shopping today, and purchased a lovely bisque 22 CF icemaker-enabled Kenmore with a bottom-freezer (id est, a freezer on the bottom, not one with buttock-chilling amenities). B is coming next weekend to pick up our fridge and the dining set to which he has (quite reasonably, I suppose) laid claim. I wish we were friends; I don't really understand why it has to be this way. I keep wanting to tell him stuff, or share this and that, and the realization that I cannot is like having a phantom limb.