my sitcom life

i'm starting to realize that my life is like a newly-piloted sitcom -- moving along well at its pilot season and seems to have the potential of being a hit.

but now i'm thinking i ought to fire this sitcom's writer (or the committee that thinks up its storyline and plots).

they come up with really good plots, and the wardrobe is pretty interesting, and the punchlines lines are worth repeating, and the stories on the whole are funny and riveting and thrilling and hopeful.

so why is it that every single ending always leaves a bad taste in my mouth? it's like you know what the perfect ending is going to be like, and you know the audience is foaming at the mouth for it. and yet, why is it what we never give it?

team, if we keep on going like this, we will not last til the second season. seriously.

at the end of dinner #2

realized anew that my knight in shining armour is STILL lost in the forest, and has most probably been eaten by a dragon by now.