"Ah, yes, divorce......., from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet."
--Robin Williams

Back to the land of the speaking…

I was just listening to a really good fast song by Gackt (It’s called “Vanilla”, in case you’re interested) and checking my e-mail and thinking about marriage and divorce, at the same time. That was something Shu (my boyfriend, btw, who’s missing a few vital parts… three to be exact) and I were talking about earlier today. I never think of marriage nowadays without connecting it gleefully to thoughts of divorce. I even have a great vision of marriage where I get to scream and throw plates every day. Exciting, huh?

Well, if I really wanted to be chained and tortured, I’d take the rack and screw any day, thanks. And for children (which I’d open fire on with a machine gun) I’d be quite happy with just a few cats. Gahh. Isn’t that the typical old spinster image?

Get a man, rob him blind, throw him out of the (closed) (glass) (absolutely NOT shatterproof) window, and get another one. Yeah.

Gackt does funny things to my head, or perhaps like my darling honey-buns says, I’m just developing a morbid sense of humor.