I accept that I will never have a nose as pretty as Jessica Stam's.
I accept that I will never marry Wil Wheaton.
I accept that my teenage life will not duplicate Sloane's from "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" (and I've just come to that realization).
I accept that people think leggings are okay as pants (although they're so very wrong).
I accept that, at this point, it's going to be rather difficult to become a marine biologist and a gerontologist in my lifetime.
And I had accepted that my other youthful crush - Neil Patrick Harris - was not playing on my team. But, his people say otherwise.
Does this mean that all my acceptances thus far are lies and that I'm actually the legging-clad, perfect-nosed wife of devil-may-care Ensign Crusher living on a research ship/retirement center? If so, someone pinch me.
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I think it might have been you who put the final nail in my "Maybe He's Straight After All" coffin, actually. I can't remember why or how, but I have this strong feeling that it was you that made me accept that truth.
You can always watch "How I Met Your Mother" and pretend. Reality is soooo last week.
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