Now here's something I didn't expect to find. The woman of my dreams. Online.
Somewhere there is a marketing manager who has tapped into my subconsious and found the perfect woman, or basically the idea of her, and fleshed her out into Ms. Dewey. She's got the look, the brains, the voice, the attitude, from what I can tell, she's got everything. Alas, she's a search engine. And a pathetically slow and buggy one at that. But I'll wait for her, even though she crashes my browser. My guess is that there are millions of people out there just drooling over her and that's why she's so slow. She has been slashdotted.
I don't know what's going on in her head, but ... argh. I'm not going to sit up here like a fool for very long. I can only tell you that whomever that actress is, I'm smitten. If I were a rich man, I'd break a bunch of necks and promises to find her - then again if I were a rich man, Ms. Dewey would be in line right behind Zadie Smith.
if... OK so now you know. This is the woman Amanda Congdon is trying to be in my mind, but she's failing. Ms. Dewey is so incredibly hot. OK I'm done. I'm not saying anything else.
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