...No, baby. No it's not. It's much worse.
Fuck you, Hedwig. Now he's mad because I didn't tell him myself.
Who was it that decided?
I gave you the chance to tell him yourself. You gave me no choice.
I know you're angry at me for it, but it had to be done. And since you didn't do it.... I did.
I'm sorry. I really am. I hope you can forgive me in time.
I love you.
You sit there, at your computer in FLORIDA and do things that affect MY REAL LIFE HERE IN WASHINGTON. You have NO sense of privacy towards things that I told you and expected you to keep them to yourself! I thought you cared- about me, about anything. I thought you realized how important I was to you. But no, obviously not, you wouldn't give me a chance to do the right thing, and you know what? Now he's probably crying and he's not sure if he can trust me again.
I can't be mad at you because he told me not to be.
But just know you're racking up the numbers here. I'm on eight now. EIGHT. That is FOUR times what I ever had last year. You're killing me here.
There isn't a sharp line dividing humans from the rest of the animal kingdom. It's a very wuzzie line...and it's getting wuzzier all the time. - Jane Goodall.