Actually, I'm probably not even paying attention. Which is better than actually paying alimony. If you are wondering what the hell this idiot is talking about, this time, see this article. I have proposed, for the six zillionth time in my life, and I'm being kept dangling by a woman that is obviously toying with my affections, or the lack of any at all.
I am sooo heartsick that I just can't express it in the written word. Either that, or that chili I had for lunch is backing up on me. Please feel free to make shallow, insincere comments, digg this, submit it to any search engine you like, or just post inane sparkly graphics. Unlike some others, I'm not upset by your wishes to sincerely brighten my day with a picture of a horsey. I remain, the forlorn puppy of love, being beaten by the cold hearted Cruella of affections. Don't let that white dress fool you... oh, and "accordian", for Em Jays group (well it has to be on topic, you know).*
*Footnote - No actual engaged people were harmed in the production of this article. They can do that to each other, they don't need me.