I hate when I have to be nice to people I actually want to throw a brick at.
But the show must go on.
The event must be done well.
And the orders must keep coming.
As until know, I am still standing here, surviving life with my own feet, well.... marriage is only a goddamn status.
Husbands are no longer thinking of propping up their wives. It's now only a legend. a fairy tale. I hate fairy tale. You too, don't you?
So well... Take a breath and greet "hi. good morning, world, good morning, sunshine. you may not be my sunshine. but can you just stay there, watching me?"
It's just a crazy writing. As always.
