As per my revolving platter of weekly obsessions, tonight’s dish is this:

“Serious Relationships, or: Does the Milk Go Sour When the Cow is Purchased?”

You see, I’m a free-spirit who is involved in a somewhat confining serious relationship. While I love my fiance’ with all of my being, we have extremely different tastes in interests and activities.

I, a self-proclaimed Andy Warhol-George-Carlin-philosophy-sociology-Manic Street Preachers-loving, veal piccata eating individualist, am engaged to a goddamned raver who is void of culture outside of Taco Bell, DJ Dan and Adidas. I ph34r him.

No, actually, I’ve had quite a time. I’ve taught him of Sylvia Plath, Plato and Norman Mailer. I’m proud to have extended knowledge of such personalities, but hot damn, I do miss my days of learning! My personal epiphanies! Where have you gone? We hardly knew ye! My days of wandering around museums from 10am to 5pm. The trips to no-man’s land to observe mother nature. Holy hell.

I miss being selfish, in a way. Whereas, I am a most giving person and couldn’t bear keeping myself to myself, I think today will be a creme brulee and Museum of TV & Radio day.

Live for today, all of you. Regrets are like a chicken coop ladder. Short & shitty. Or does that beloved adage go “Life is like a chick..”….nevermind.