Friday, October 13, 2006

"Pray for a miracle."

Dear Ms. Right,

Maybe I know you already. Maybe you're secretly disguised as Holly, waiting to pull your head out of your ass and wow me with your awesomeness. Maybe I haven't met you already and you're one of the nameless faces I pass everyday. Who knows. But it's time for me to lay down the law here.

I'm tired -- no, exhausted -- of looking for you. So here's the deal: you find me. Get it? If you want me, you're going to have to put in the effort, the hard slog, and the time to find me.

These are the new rules. They are non-negotiable.




SavvySunshine said...

Good for you. They (the ubiquitous "they") always say that's the best approach anyway.

Good luck with that.

Anonymous said...

It is NOT Holly. Do you HEAR THAT HOLLY?! When you are bright enough to figure out that there is this blog on the internet that laments your existence ad naseum, then I want you to find this comment and hear it straight from me that you are NOT THE ONE. Now stop reading her blog and get out of NYC Rouge's life.


That said, does this mean no more tackling? I find that hard to believe. Very hard. ;)

nycrouge said...

In all fairness, I don't lament her existence -- just her innability to be decisive.