What goes *bump* in the night

I never realized that what it all came down to was what I wanted. Dear old .exe is still horribly confused and confusing, still MSN bound (well, at least he keeps his phone nice and fingerprint free), drunk or brutally sober, lonely or loner, there and not there, tu'm vois, tu'm vois pas, and what it all boils down to is...nothing. If .exe was a real estate listing on MLS, he would be a 'carpenter's dream', your typical 'fixer upper' (flashes of the movie 'Money Pit' and the word 'vice caché' seems oh-so-appropriate...). Hey, I love renovations, but the foundations have to be solid, and here, we are on some damn shaky ground.

I never realized that what love all came down to was people making choices. I'm a work in progress right now (with actual work not progressing, eeek!) and life is forcing me to slow down for a couple of speed bumps. This is one of them. *BUMP*