Dr. Nooooooooo!!!!

having been in love and thwarted like an evil supervilian, i've come to the conclusion, that love is a moniacal plot one exacts upon the innocent, a plot which seems to be on the verge of fruition, but is snuffed out by an onslot of jumpsuit wearing militants with big guns. this is not to say that love doesnt have its high points, but in my past attempts it has left me to narrowly escape like some scar faced, golden gun weilding, white suit wearing, volcano layered, bond villian, and frankly my dear scarlet, i give a damn. i dont understand how such well layed plans of mice and men end up going to the dogs. and my tiereny has run its' course only to leave me empty inside, and not quite willing to live to fight another day, but i digress.

i guess i should learn from my mistakes and in the future plan for the obsticles that come along, next time im not jonting through space looking for the perfect life, next time i'm letting the perfect life find me right here.

my appologies for the james bond driven monolouge, but it's been on t.v for a month of sundays, no joke, every sunday a different one is on, and like any guy with asperations of world domination , i watch , and take notes.

joe eoj