Pop Out the Bubbly!
Oooh, happy days! My sister is pregnant! And wants me to be a BIG part of the baby's life.
And - no more Dawlish! I told him to move on... To my sister. They seem perfect for each other. He can take care of the baby, because he's a "family man" (ie: work 9-5, have a trophey housewife who serves dinner in an apron and smiles like someone's pertrified her face into that expression permanently), and I don't want any. And, well, she's having one, and needs someone to leech off. Voila! Mutual stupid relationship with two people I don't want to have anything to do with any longer. I am not a leecher. I do not need to leech. I don't need to leech off Dawlish, of all people. I don't need to be taken care of. Well, I do. But not in the way he seems to have it pictured it. Ye gods.
No more dating. For a very long time. Are you HAPPY, Kingsley?
And - no more Dawlish! I told him to move on... To my sister. They seem perfect for each other. He can take care of the baby, because he's a "family man" (ie: work 9-5, have a trophey housewife who serves dinner in an apron and smiles like someone's pertrified her face into that expression permanently), and I don't want any. And, well, she's having one, and needs someone to leech off. Voila! Mutual stupid relationship with two people I don't want to have anything to do with any longer. I am not a leecher. I do not need to leech. I don't need to leech off Dawlish, of all people. I don't need to be taken care of. Well, I do. But not in the way he seems to have it pictured it. Ye gods.
No more dating. For a very long time. Are you HAPPY, Kingsley?