I need blurbomat and dooce to get back together; more than I need to know or care what happened. I need them to work it out. I need him to move back in and be better at whatever he was bad at. I need her to be better at whatever she was bad at. I need them to do what they do best together, for each other. They need to reconvene the procedure, wake up to little reading girls and crazy coco and their poetry reading cat dog.
I don’t know why but I keep dreaming about it and I don’t want to anymore.