the textual siege.

there is nothing i detest, hate, loathe more than an unpleasant surprise. he should know - afterall i've sprung quite a few on him. but i am dead sure there aren't any more he could receive, whereas i have no idea what or when i would chance upon another nasty one lying in wait, patiently anticipating the emotion ambush on me.

let it be known here that i think sentimentality is a chronic affliction, a weakness of character if you may. perhaps never really been a sentimental fool myself, i cannot imagine what it is like to be in the shoes of one. but i sure as hell know what it feels like to be the partner of one and for fuck's sake, i really really hate it.