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Even if she skimped out on work and couldn't make it to my birthday celebration to watch her man march off the ship, I'm still totally thrilled for her. I seriously cannot think of anything more romantic than a sailor marching off a ship and up to the love of his life after a war and planting a big, ole smooch on her. It makes me sigh just thinking about it.

Which brings us to the title of this entry. I love love. I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm a girl. I don't have a boyfriend. Three of the main contributing factors that makes a person a total sucker for anyone in love.

Of course, whenever that love gets too close to me, I start resenting it and shooting it the patented MESP look (Mistrust and Envy of Single People), but if it's kept a ways away from me, I love it.

On television, for instance. I'll watch twelve Wedding Story's in a row. I'll be a 'Shipper for any two characters on any show. Mulder and Scully? Obviously. Sydney and Vaughn? Of course. Even Clark and Lex. Why not? I say. Long as they're happy.

This entry, as I've been writing it, has gotten me thinking... Why are all these other people happy, and I'm not? Why am I happy for them when the two men I'm closest to on any given Saturday night are Ben & Jerry? Why the hell do I love love when I'm not in it?!

This sucks (and I don't just mean this entry).

I hate love. Go away.

And don't come back until I have a better entry.

"I choose Vodka. And Chaka Khan." -- Bridget Jones, Bridget Jones's Diary