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I am totally over my love for Dane Cook, but this bit came to mind today when I was talking about the single life.

When you don't have love, it's like there's a party going on, and everybody was invited, except for you. And you just happened to be walking by that house in the rain... (sigh) "I wasn't invited to this party." But then, once you're IN love, that's like being inside that party, going "Where's my jacket? I wanna get outta here. Where's my jacket? I have been to this party six years and I wanna see other parties! Where's my jacket?"

I don't know which side of the party I like being on.