Thursday, September 02, 2004


After recent developments, mine eyes have been opened to a New Truth:

My love story is not being lovingly crafted by my heavenly Father.

Apparently it's in the hands of someone here on Earth.

I've been relegated to the realms of ancient spinsterhood by none other than (...wait for it, wait for it...) Jenni.

I thought she loved me!


Anonymous said...

She may not love you. A guy may never love you. But I'll always love you.


djm said...

whew! someone loves me! someone actually LOVES MEEEE!!!


Anonymous said...

We can live happily ever after in the chick compound. Surrounded by Julia Roberts and Meg Ryan movies, fluffy pillows and chocolate. Oh yeah, and two treadmills.

We'll just ignore the fact that Jen believes I'll marry. She's entitled to be wrong every once in a while.


Jen said...

Now dear, it's not my fault. I just write the story. My hands merely move according to the patterns of my brain. Spinsters are cute, anyhow. :-)

Cassie said...

Nika, Kate and I need SOMEONE to be single with!!! Sheesh. Have pity. Join the chick compoud. I'll even allow horses for our ranch area.

Jen said...

Yeah, well, as long as I don't have to take care of them... :-P
Chick compound forever!! We will be the rockingest spinsters on the whole darn planet!!

djm said...

Our sisterspinsterhood will be the rockingest place ever, and all young women will want to be spinsters like us, until they see Spiderman. And then they will truly believe in Loving a Man and having little spiderman kids.

How do I know this, you ask?

It's all merely speculation.

Of course.

djm said...

hehe, Kate, yeah, gotta keep the treadmills and stairstepper and ab crunchers in the Chick Compound(TM). And cute girly workout clothes.