Which is more dangerous: slapping a Nazi or kissing a Canadian?

Happy Bevrijdingsdag. Slap a Nazi to celebrate the holiday. Or, if you want to live a little less dangerously, kiss a Canadian.

I don't sing karaoke. People here take it way too seriously. However, I do have a list of songs I would perform if forced. They are ones that are in my range and I love belting out. The top five are...

Untouchable Face by Ani DiFranco
Crying by Roy Orbison
Dream On by Aerosmith
Not Drinking Enough by Don Henley
Sweet Pain by Blues Traveler

Is it wrong that those songs are all so depressing? They are all good tunes. They all have fun as hell vocals. However, they are all about bad relationships. Maybe that is why I can belt them out so well; practice.

I miss Glenn like hell still, even after nearly four years and more than adequate awareness that it was the right choice to walk away. And then walk away again. And then slam the door. And walk again. Yeah, multiple stages of walking away because it had to be physical, mental, and then emotional...then getting him to realize that he isn't allowed to keep trying to follow me. I miss that somewhat and feel like maybe I lied to get him to leave me alone by musing that perhaps there never really was anything between us and we were both just seeing what we wanted to see...not what was there. I hate myself for dismissing what really was a lot of emotion, but I couldn't have him repeatedly coming back into my life, slipping in here and there. He destroyed my trust repeatedly and, if we ever did get back together, I could never trust him and would be torturing myself constantly and making both of our lives hell.

*sigh* When one rips one's own heart out, it never really does grow back.