Pasture B: What The...

Fuck! Seriously.

So now you've met someone and you think you've both liked each other enough to accept one another the way you "really are." Congrats.

Most of all, I congratulate you, dear loser fucker friend of mine, for finding yourself two years down the line, still in a relationship that may have been satisfactory at one point, and you know about as well as I do, that it no longer is.

You and I both know-- let me rephrase that-- I KNOW that someday you're going to snap. All these things you hold inside and bottle up for the best of the situation of whatever the fuck, are just going to explode and spill on you like melted shit on the highway after a trailer truck's been hit with a bazooka. Yep, it's that fun. The other rad thing about having kept your cool for as long as you were unhappy is the completely clueless reaction your crappy partner will have. That look-- it's not only priceless... it's a load of crap. Yep... they know what they've been doing all along, and you better believe it.

After careful consideration and finding yourselves in a clusterfuck of shared miscommunication, you ask yourselves "What now?" and not knowing which way to go or what to do, or how to break away, one of you brilliant morons decides to just "go with the flow."

*Smacks self on forehead*

This can only lead to NO GOOD.

Your own damn hard-headedness.... THAT also makes you incredibly crazy.