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Kate just told me that Michele said I really reminded her of her uncle Redge, who's last name is also Rice. Wierd.

So I have been thinking a lot about Marriage. Kate by the way was pissed when she saw my blog becasue she said I always make her sound like a bitch. The irony that she was yelling at me for this did not escape either of us. Does every marriage have to have a good cop and a bad cop? And do I, by doing all those things that piss her off and never getting mad at her for antyhing becasue my only real complaint is that she gets mad at me for doing stupid shit, does that really warrant the title of "good cop"?

Here's the other problem I have been thinking about: People are naturally driven to get the next better thing. We want to grow, to improve to develope. And here is marriage. This institution that says "You can never get anything else, this is all you will ever have." God Kate is going to kill me when she reads this. But anyway, you see my point.

And then there's the flip side. Relationship after relationship. Mini relationships, not one night stands, but nothing longer than three monthes, pure infatutation. Who could hack the heartache? Who could not ever ache for something deeper. And yet Kate and I (I think) both prefered it when when we called eachother boy/girl friend.

I don't know.

I do know I love her.