I found the following at the end of a spam e-mail, and found it terribly amusing and had to share.

"For they all had lines cut; phrases ready-made.
If we do not knowourselves, how can we know other people?
He looked at her sitting on the edge of her chair, swinging herfoot up and down. Yes, she said, fumbling among her papers, looking for something. It tookall the strength out of her to do her own shopping, let alone toclean the bath.
This isnt the room where I came last time?
She recognised a feeling which she had never felt.
At dawn with the sparrows chirping, she said, pulling the plateof fruit towards her.
Ive got the address somewhere, Eleanor went on. She crossed to the telephone; she gave the number.
Not thatit was anything of importance, she added. Then he dipped his brush in the pot and went on painting.
Crosby pulled herself together and totteredacross the road into the High Street. The uproar of the traffic merged into one growl.
Im quite willing to obligeyou, she went on. The gaiety,the colour, the variety, were amazing after Africa.
Why Brown if hes a foreigner, he wondered.
Theres standing room at half a crown;but then, she puffed, you dont hear so well. The mood comes,the mood goes, he thought. She had got into the habit oftalking aloud. He shook his head; his voice was drowned by the voice of the mancrying. Dirty brute, Crosby muttered as she hobbled along the asphaltpath across Richmond Green.
The tables were littered; he hesitated, holding his hat inhis hand.
She left the room without looking in the glass. Mutton oughtnt to be like that, she said.
He had to withdraw into the window andsay, What, what, what do they mean by it?
She left the room without looking in the glass.
And suddenly it came over me,thats an aeroplane! Yes, she said, fumbling among her papers, looking for something.
Eleanor took it for grantedthat Nicholas would go with her.
She had comehome, after a raid; she had been dining in Westminster with Rennyand Maggie.
But hes twentyyears younger than I am, she thought, and married to my cousin.
The uproar of the traffic merged into one growl. Ive got the address somewhere, Eleanor went on. In the fields the trees stood majesticallycaparisoned, with their innumerable leaves gilt.
Driving in London,she said, isnt the same as driving in Africa"

Like who writes this stuff???

On a different note, the man who came to look at the wash machine was cute AND funny. And he knew how to fix things. I came very close to locking the door and making him love me. But I felt he was a creature that would only wilt and wither away if not set free again. So alas, there went love again.

Well.... I suppose......