if nothing else, it proves that google image search is not an accurate tool. (search: good man)

She told me she was looking for one good man.
I told her he existed, somewhere.
Then I decided perhaps he existed on the internet.
Well, she is looking for a good man too, preferably a live one but she's pretty flexible.
This man clearly knows how to treat a girl (if you're into that Dr. Seuss type lovin'), while this one, though i'm sure he is sensitive and loving most days, looks like he could get mean if you got a few drinks in him.
The moral of the story? If you're looking for a good man, you could always just pick up some kids dressed as Charlie Brown.

6 days following the aftermath of hurricane Emily

There's a bitter taste in my mouth.
I've hurt somebody, it seems.
And yet...
I cannot convince myself it was the wrong thing to do.
The wrong way to feel.
I wanted to be disappointed in myself, to scold myself, to have some sort of epiphany in which I realized that what I was doing was wrong.
But it never came. Because, as heartless as it seems to be, I am making the right decision for myself.
I don't know exactly how to feel about that.
I guess maybe it should be taken as a blessing, that I can finally understand what I really want and stick by it.
Ugh.
Nothing is ever as simple as it should be.