As I'm sitting here doing homework (sidenote: on Thanksgiving break...) my family is watching this BBC PBS Masterpiece Theatre show. I'm not sure what it's called, but it's entertaining, seeing as how I only look up every few minutes and catching bits and pieces of it.
The parts that I keep catching are the romantic parts. And they are incredibly sweet, let me tell you. People back in the 1800 and early 1900s knew what romance was.
I wish we still knew what romance was. It's practically a dead art.
I sure wish it wasn't, though.
All the boys I've gone with are proof that romance is a dead art.
Maybe that's why I'm still single. I'm holding out for someone who wants to bring it back to life.
We'll see if anyone tries.
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