What it means to be Kafkaesque

A handful of reasons why I know that for 8 months of the year, I live with the perfect woman:

*  She changed her msn screen name to "Captain of an Oversized Platoon"

*  My "Aristotelians do it for the release" t-shirt.  Handmade.

*  Best. Fried. Rice. Ever. 

*  When I say "I bought underpants today," she says "AGAIN?  GOD!  How many underpants do you need?!?!"

* The Eminem's sweatpants dream.  I mean really.

* "Are you hungry?"
    "Yes."

*  The mutual guilt workout cold war.  I only do it because she knows if I don't.

*  The pantyrose.  Quite frankly, the most marvellously gross birthday gift I have ever received.

*  "Are you hungry?"
    "Yes."

*  That allergy to dark chocolate that ensures my stash is always safe.

*  Squishy pig heart tossing marathon, 2005.

*   "I'm not in the vagina business."

*  The fact that we got hit on looking like this:

*    "Shylock came for his pound...where is Portia now?"

*   "Are you hungry?"
     "Yes."

Miss you, baby.