As soon as I get myself together! You have a new TV!" Oh, yes... the color... well, you know we really can't afford it... but the last time we were at... your house Ed was so taken with your color TV that he decided we had to have one, too. The payments are not too bad, though. I guess yours is paid for!" Y... yes... it is..." Kay felt a little dizzy. She did not feel better at all after having confided in her sister-in-law. In some ways she felt worse... much worse! There was an emptiness inside. You slowly inch towards her, thinking she doesn’t notice. As you move to put an arm around her to hold and hug her, she quickly gets up. This was not going where you wanted it to. She is wearing a giant sweater that you just really wanted to rip off. As her discussion continues to talking about a poster she recently bought, you’re exhausted and don’t want to do this anymore. She knows it as she glances at you. Innocently, she asks you if you want anything else and before you can reply, she. Anyway. we can totally fuck before your afternoon practice. Doesn't that make you happy?" Oh, ecstatic. Simply ecstatic. I love having my love life scheduled by your work," Ashlee said feeling suddenly bitter about the way Macy had said it all. Well, not really the way she said it, but what she had said. It just kind of took the spontaneity and the passion out of everything and made it seem so tiresome for some reason."Oh, I know, baby. I fucking hate it, too, but, hopefully anyway, after this. Carrie Bradsaw is the writer. No one captures the lives of the lovelorn and the love-seeking in New York City better than columnist Carrie Bradshaw does. As fodder for her column, single and fabulous Carrie looks to the experiences of her best friends and her own. Never shying away from difficult or delicate subjects, Carrie has covered everything from emotional dependence to sexual independence. And somehow, through all her research and realizations, she's remained open to the possibility of.