You may have noticed that I've taken a little break from the usual domestic tragedy and have lightened the fuck up. It's been about a week since I last told you anything substantive about my older son and nothing has really changed except that I stopped telling you about it.
The truth is that I was going down fast and needed some type of relief before it swallowed me whole. Some funny person (probably Woody Allen) once said, "Comedy is tragedy plus time." It just gets tricky when you throw in multiplication.
And that's not even factoring in the original equation of how to make you fall in love with me. It hasn't been easy finding the formula for that bat-shit crazy, mysteriously wonderful feeling and perhaps the solution lies less in math and more in chemistry. It's certainly worth a try, although it's not like I haven't been trying.
I've opened up to you like never before. I've shared my most intimate thoughts and feelings. I've shown a certain amount of kindness and intelligence, as well as a decent sense of humor. I've even been on a goddamn diet! So what's the problem?
Who do I have to blow for you to fall in love with me?
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