a quirk

ok, i am just going to put it out there. you can choose to maintain or cease any formal relationship we have had thus far, it is your right. but i have to tell you: i love the carpenters. i love them so much. karen carpenter's voice is so perfect and powerful it makes me cry a little. not always, but it has happened. i love them and i have loved them for years. at one time i had everything they had ever recorded on either cd, LP, or cassette tape. i listened faithfully. i still kind of do. i am not ashamed that i know all the lyrics to "rainy days and mondays" or "this masquerade". i am a dash humiliated by the fact that i can sing along to "calling occupants of inter-planetary craft" without missing a beat or a note. i love it when the really quiet lady who sits in the bar and drinks diet coke alone steps up to the mic at karaoke to sing "close to you" or "hurting each other". i sing along as i walk through the bar looking for empty glasses that might want to be replaced with full glasses. i can tell that my singing along only serves to increase the curiosity about exactly what the fuck i am all about. but i might secretly love that too. i heart richard and karen carpenter. so there. but i am still cool.