The trickle of a thought.

We are attending a conservative Baptist wedding early this summer where dancing is prohibited.

I cleaned out my closet today, casting away "social" clothes because let's face it, I only need outfits appropriate for Home Depot and benefit galas.

But, he paid my rent.

I wonder, how far could I push him?

Sometimes out of boredom I google my former classmates. I've come across senior theses, musical reviews and naked pictures. Sometimes I am jealous and I think of what I might say if they inquire about my post-collegiate plans. Marriage, a Range Rover purchase, rearranging our collection of Picasso's in the foyer.

I suppose that's not to say I couldn't do something else. Like save the world. But this is just easy and that is just it.