You can blow a cool breeze over my mountains anytime

It's lovely how dinner coincides with happy hour.
Now to address HKD's disturbed thoughts on my "obsession" with Keanu.

I think it's important to have unhealthy obsessions. It keeps me dreaming. It might also keep me single. If I can maintain this fantasy that Keanu is the perfect guy for me, then I can deflect all other offers for co-habitation and eventual energy/time-suckage relationships where I get nothing done and just become a really lame, boring other half in a matching jogging suit.

Besides, Keanu really is the perfect guy for me. Let's just break it down.

Keanu is articulate yet his speech is peppered with "dude" and "man" and "totally". Me too, dude, me too.

Keanu is personable and funny but he doesn't give away too much information. Yeah, man, I'm there. My best friend worries that I don't share enough with her.

Keanu is sometimes serious and broody and mostly a loner. Totally me.

Keanu likes to rock. Fuck yeah!

Keanu is an actor so he'd be away a lot for work. I like a guy who knows how to fuck off.

Keanu takes what he does seriously. Finally, a dude with ambition. Where have you been all my life?

Keanu doesn't much care what people think of him. My M.O.

Keanu would look great standing next to me and I next to him. It's the whole God/Goddess thing, plus we match tones. (I have a superiority complex, but not to worry, I have an inferiority complex about that complex.)

I can probably think of more reasons but I'm drunk and I seem to forget them as I think them up. Time to find a party for this evening, must make use of this early drunkedness.