I ran out of gas! I got a flat tire! I didn't have change for cab fare! I lost my tux at the cleaners! I locked my keys in the car! An old friend came in from out of town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD! .......*grin*
(incidentally, Cpl Haas, I doubt it would do any good to leave the country. She might be able to fly or run at superspeed or read minds or something, I'm not sure just yet.)
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Brandon on 2002-02-20 10:44 ]</font>
Actually, I disagree with it for one reason in particular: It celebrates a false premise.
Love is a biochemical reaction, you can get the same sensation by eating lots of Chocolate. That, and a Heart isn't anything more than a very efficient pump...
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Cannonshop on 2002-02-20 21:10 ]</font>
This is true, Cannonshop. I get a feeling of euphoria similar to what you're experiencing when relieving a planetary dignitary from the burdens of his head (nucleus, what have you...) The heart is only an efficient pump when fluid runs through it.