I am intelligent. I am strong. I strive to be notable, moral, and ethical. I feel I am reasonably appealing. Not quite angelic, however never meaning to be unkind. I take my endeavors seriously professionally and personally. I have a passion for life. I am always on top of my game. I depend on no one. I rely on me. My children are my Achilles heel, so I wear sox.
I am woman 'hear me roar'.
Yea, yea.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eH94dg20Osg
Every woman child growing into a princess with the forever search of 'happily ever after’... longs for a man child, the prince, to say this. Just one time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnQTn55Up54&feature=related
He did.
I am not a child.
Damn, now what do I do?
This has thrown a kink in my deal.
Time to think. Not cook. Think. Is he as real as chocolate? If so, that is pretty damn real.

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