like a breath of fresh air.. the old shall make way for the new.. we shall all move on.. say "how u doin" to the next deal and learn how to cope with the disappointment that came your way due to a partner failing you.. lots of dirt have been dug up and presented on the table.. dirt tat do not exist at all.. since when is making sure your partner's needs are taken care of construed as being stifling and restrictive when the only pharking thing one did was to put some food on her plate? since when did the desire to meet up for lunch become a noose around the neck for the partner so much so that she felt obligated to reschedule her freaking busy life? when tat was not even anticipated at all! its supposed to be a sweet gesture but trust a female canine to turn it into a situation where a death warrant is signed for company during the bloody lunch hour..
excuses excuses.. all these red herrings are made to hide certain unexplained phenomena that is existing beyond the realisation of the royal reptile.. but he is wise enough to realise a lot more than the superficial skin deep representation of eternity.. all uttered to make one feel she belongs to a decent social order when she wanted nothing more than just to have a man slave to see to her every needs while giving nothing at all~!!
oh bugger off...
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