my innermost sanctum

let us mourn the passing..

... of this young lurve.

someone, please pass a box of kleenex. please.

if she is really sensible and down-to-earth as claimed - as she had convincingly [see, i've difficulty typing that word out] portrayed herself as such - why the fuck did she whine about he's not spendin enough time with her?

well, that's the bairn of an ex-trolley dolly for ye. it's certainly not fair innit, amoeba breeding amoeba?

frankly, i had not been liking her in recent month's. there's something not quite right about her body language. regardless, consider yers truly in the running to become Wills' bride.

:: cough, choke ::

well, ain't bookmaker's taking bet's on that wee dwarf [she's under 5 feet for god's sake - ok, she's a gnome more like, at least i ain't calling her "pygmy" which is a mighty insult to em pygmies] to be his potential also? she's the same age as moi, for cryin out loud.

and certainly look *much* older. ouch.