i keep composing this really wretched list of what my dream man should be and do. i know this list is terrible and that no man with a pulse will ever be able to fit the list, yet that does not stop me from composing it in my head.

why do i do these things?

tonight to the list i added: will listen to me talk about books, will pick out the dishsoap tasting jellybeans and will poke at my left armpit to determine if, in fact, it’s armpit cancer or merely my armpit bone (if, indeed, armpits have bones).

see? the list just keeps getting longer and longer. i suppose i’m willing to compromise on most everything but the guacamole making. a girl’s gotta have priorities.

This post has 3 comments. Add your own.

  1. psst…i think i have armpit cancer, too.

    05 Apr 02 at 9:14 am #
  2. me too! or i did once a few years ago. turns out it was just a swollen gland.

    05 Apr 02 at 9:27 am #
  3. Diana

    I think I have it too…the bump seems to be getting bigger….
    i’m afraid its going to spread but I’m scared to go to the doctor’s……

    07 Aug 03 at 6:55 pm #
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