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I bet it's the Daddy Mammoth's fault.  Oh honey, I thought I saw some good eats rustling around over in that tar pit.  Why don't you go check it out? I'll stay with Junior here.  No problem, Daddy Mammoth…hey!  What the hell!  I'm stuck!

So here I am.  Alone with a family of stuck-for-all-eternity mammoths.  Melancholy, melancholy.  Melancholy mammoths.

Really, what it boils down to is this:  When do you know when to quit?  When can you be absolutely certain that now's the time to throw in the towel and you can walk away rock solid in your belief that nothing more you could have done would help.  You gave it your all, any jury would agree with you, and you can walk away with your head held high.  There are no lingering Just give it a few more days.  Just trust that everything will be better tomorrow.  You know, without a doubt, there's nothing more you can do.

But I can't do that.  There's always hope. 
 

Fucking fucking hope.  I can try harder.  It's not so bad that he doesn't talk.  Don't DO this!  HE LOVES YOU!  You know he does!  Why isn't that enough?  WHY ISN'T THAT ENOUGH!?

Oh my God, you know what this means?  Everything I ever thought about love is a lie.  All the fairytales, all the happily ever afters, all the Meg Ryans, Sandra Bullocks, and Julia Roberts of the world.  Everything I heard from my mom, my friends, people I observed on the street, none of it is right. Love isn't enough.  Love isn't enough to fill the silence. 

Shut up.  Just shut up!  SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!  MY GOD YOU ARE PATHETIC!  Don't you get it?  Don't you understand?  You will never ever find anyone better than him.  You know you won't.  Stop whining, stop bitching, stop moaning and complaining.  He's a beautiful beautiful man and you are SO damn lucky to have him.  Shut up and have him!  What's the other option--being alone?  Do you really wanna be alone?  Do you really wanna be alone without this gorgeous hunk of man?