My Beatle Boyfriend is married

Well, shit.

Yeah, I knew it would happen but I kind of hoped it wouldn't, not that I thought that he would marry me (or that he even should). But he was the last man on Earth that made me feel anything warm and gooey.

Also, a conversation with my dad:

Dad: So how are you, little daughter?

Me: Tired.

Dad: Why?

Me: Because I have chronic fatigue syndrome.

Dad: I thought they fixed that...

Me:...no, there is no cure.

Dad: Oh.


Bloody hell old man, did you READ the damn info sheet I gave you and mom at all? I'm guessing he glanced at it and then got distracted by a documentary about WW II fighter jets. I really don't know why I even bother.

It seems every hope I have these days is false hope.