The End of the Beginning of the End... of the Beginning

Yeah try making sense out of that one. New relationships are tough. Even when you think you've got it all under control, you've got your head on straight, you know you've learnt from the past errors that you may have naively committed...

Nope, even then, a leopard doesn't change his spots, Queen Victoria doesn't suddenly sport hair, Osama bin Laden doesn't all of a sudden join the Gay Parade. It just doesn't work like that. We all have our baggage, our issues. That's alright. Right?

Just on an offnote, I thought of this amazing line...inspired by Machiavelli.

*Clears throat*

Vodka corrupts, but absolut vodka corrupts absolutely.

*waits for applause. crickets chirp in the distance*

Alright anyway, what was the discussion again? That ever-old, "Why is he being such a douche" problem? Fuck that, the new generation is too cool for that. Moving on to happier topics, like women being raped just a few miles from UN peace keeping troops in Congo. So much for peacekeeping. Guess someone's not being paid enough. Has anyone ever noticed why men are never (ok seldom) raped? There's something fucked up about our patriarchal society. And something slightly offputting about the desperate need to copulate that some men are often consumed with. What a sick, truly dastardly thing to do. And I never use the word 'dastardly' so imagine the seriousness of this issue.

I want a new beginning. Someone hit refresh.