hey :3 you know what? there's no fun in watching romantic comedies anymore. so maybe you achieved your goal, at least this one. really? a radio psychiatrist and a fireman? right. and she had the perfect fiancee at hand, but still took the one that fucked with her head. and i know your comment. i know you'd go saying the ending of the movie's not the end. if they would show them only a year later or two it would be a completely different story. and right you are. and well it was uma thurmann, and i simply despise her. thing is i'm the architect and you're the stock worker. and you stopped our story at the moment where a movie would end. only afterwards we had the chapters where i tried to fight for your non existent love, and you saying you wanted to stay friends. and now i have to make up that part, where i play through a disaster relationship we never had. just to tell me we would've never made it anyway. i'll have to picture you sitting on the couch day after day in your boxers, farting, watching football and me becoming a frustrated housewife. i picture you watching porn and jerk off all the time and afterwards coming to our bed and fall asleep snoring. and me going hysterical over your non existent ambitions. and me gaining loads of weight outta frustration. and us fighting over the same things over and over again, like me not being allowed to touch your stuff. or me being bitchy when you don't live up to my expectations. yeah. i'm having a romantic comedy of my own bout us and our life together. and it's great! after a year of thinking us being together would be heaven on earth this new scenario is a welcome extreme. it's like a list of cliches and horror scenarios. keeps me busy these days. and thank god we didn't make it! but you know, it's a shame we didn't have this life. as we didn't have it you somehow remain prince charming. and even if i have those pictures in my mind i smile. just coz the picture of you on the couch is so fucking cute and hot. even your farting turns me on. aawwrrrr fuck you! i'll be doing my tax declaration and enjoy the nice weather outside without setting a foot outta my apartment. maybe i'll even fart and pretend it's you please tell me this is the lowest i can get, right?