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Monday, October 04, 2004
Sour Grapes
Sweet. That's what he called me. Sweet. Now, handsome I can handle, cute I can cope with, and should you ever desire to describe me as "mad, bad and dangerous to know" then you'll get no denial from me. But sweet? Has there ever been a more saccharine, insipid, unthreatening and frankly vomit-inducing term of endearment as "sweet"? And no, I am not feeling bitter. Much. |