Think you can take me? Go head on. It's your move.

Thank you, Joe Don Baker, for that wonderful little bit. At any rate, yesterday was a bit different, namely in that I got to go for coffee with the little sister. It was pretty good until she let slip that she sometimes felt as if she could marry her boyfriend. At this point, I gave her a cold glare indicating, "not on my watch, you aren't!" Don't get me wrong, I like the guy, but truth be told, I feel slightly jealous of her success on the relationship front. Those of you who know me at all know that I am nothing if not unsuccessful in my endeavours with the opposite sex. I seem to drag a trail of broken and bloodied relationships wherever I go. I knows how to pick 'em, yeah? The thing is that my sister, who bears the same genetic material as I, seems to be able to maintain a steady long-term relationship, one that survived a year-long long-distance portion, no less. Damn, but I need to get out more. I'm dwelling too much on all the crap in my life. Why can't I just be an optimist for once?