insatiable hunger

Curled up here on my sofa while scanning my Kiowa grammar for (more) data, I have finally watched Secretary, as of tonight.

*That's* what I'm looking for.

The love in Secretary is the love I expect to find.

A love that matches my intensity. Strength. Passion. Ability. Desire. Humor. Style.

...that knows "why" before I have to explain.

That was a beautiful movie, and I'm going to hold it in my mind as I wait to meet the man who can match me.

But in the mean time, a Plains Indian tribe has an omnipotent open-o that's fucking up my analysis.