Big Wheel Keep On Turning...
So another one is preggo... fantastic. One day I'll learn.
Stupid Irishman.
Don't know why I'm so upset, it's not mine. She's not even mine anymore, hasn't been for awhile now. So, why am I not laughing about this? How come I can't find joy in her suffering? Sure, I broke her heart back then... but she broke mine first... twice. Actually, she broke it, partially mended it, then immediately broke it again, waited until it healed itself, broke it a third time, then I somehow managed to break hers. How did I end up being the bad guy in that situation? Oh wait, that's right, I'm the bad guy in every situation, aren't I?
And yet, I find myself sitting here, some 4000 some odd miles and a different country away, wishing there was something I could do. Wishing I had the stability and ability to provide for them both. Heh, not that she'd take me up on it anyways. Too stubborn and rebellious, independent to the end, like always. Which was really what I loved about her. But she's got her folks, she's got friends, she's got herself, she'll get through it. Besides, I'm not really the "Wade Cleaver"-type. I tried to pretend for a couple years there, but let's face it, I'm not that guy... at least not yet. This kinda makes me wish I was though... maybe... I dunno... crap. If it weren't so early I'd buy her a Paddington from his namesake station.
Wow, I'm a really big idiot. Anyways, I'm off to hit the English Music Festival Scene, I'll catch you townies later.
How does a lesbian get preggers by accident anyways?
Drew Malone
Just as fun-lovin', a little less free-wheelin'
Stupid Irishman.
Don't know why I'm so upset, it's not mine. She's not even mine anymore, hasn't been for awhile now. So, why am I not laughing about this? How come I can't find joy in her suffering? Sure, I broke her heart back then... but she broke mine first... twice. Actually, she broke it, partially mended it, then immediately broke it again, waited until it healed itself, broke it a third time, then I somehow managed to break hers. How did I end up being the bad guy in that situation? Oh wait, that's right, I'm the bad guy in every situation, aren't I?
And yet, I find myself sitting here, some 4000 some odd miles and a different country away, wishing there was something I could do. Wishing I had the stability and ability to provide for them both. Heh, not that she'd take me up on it anyways. Too stubborn and rebellious, independent to the end, like always. Which was really what I loved about her. But she's got her folks, she's got friends, she's got herself, she'll get through it. Besides, I'm not really the "Wade Cleaver"-type. I tried to pretend for a couple years there, but let's face it, I'm not that guy... at least not yet. This kinda makes me wish I was though... maybe... I dunno... crap. If it weren't so early I'd buy her a Paddington from his namesake station.
Wow, I'm a really big idiot. Anyways, I'm off to hit the English Music Festival Scene, I'll catch you townies later.
How does a lesbian get preggers by accident anyways?
Drew Malone
Just as fun-lovin', a little less free-wheelin'