I am home and settling in. Nothing to do but play EQ2 all day and jack off. Life is funny like that. I should go out and get drunk or something, keep myself occupied. I miss my wife. Yeah, yeah, "she's not (my) wife yet" whatthefuckever. There is empty space she is supposed to be filling, and it bugs me. And I don't care if we haven't gone before the minister yet, she is mine, just as I am hers. I am sick to death of waiting. Her parents better like me. It doesn't really matter if they do or not, but it would be nice.
Wednesday. On a plane, thousand miles, frozen hills of NC, face to face with her mother and father. I should bring a gun. No, I should bring myself.
I don't know how this can possibly all come together.
I miss my wife.
Wednesday. On a plane, thousand miles, frozen hills of NC, face to face with her mother and father. I should bring a gun. No, I should bring myself.
I don't know how this can possibly all come together.
I miss my wife.
clara:
I assure you it's true. Congratulations on meeting a nice gal and settling down.