When you're married

you're married. And you can have babies and shit. I am, currently, watching About Schmidt. This reminds me of something; but, oh anger. "...cocky bastard..." I know his wife is going to die. Everyone maybe thinks they will be important. Or are. I keep thinking things are moving or that someone could be in this motherfucking house and these are some reasons why I don't want to be alone. "She has a position of some responsibility...recently she got engaged..." Oh come the fuck on. Is what I say. Is what I say to you.