Neener Neener, Habitually Late per Usual

A big fat raspberry to AC Milan (& Berlusconi) after losing both the scudetto & a 3-0 lead on Liverpool, beaten by penalty kicks in the Champions League Final.

HA HA!

*wiggles nekkid bum in general direction of AC Milan Headquarters & Palazzo Chigi*

Sesso e La Città Eterna: The Metamorphosis from Shithead to SO

'Allo mes amis.

Mon ami?

Anyone?

*crickets*

*more crickets*

*crickets chirp in a vaguely accusatory 'You lazy non-updating slut' tone of voiceleg*

Ok. I get it. Sheesh.

Ahem. As I was saying...

Sometime after V-Day and before the BG came home, in that period where Shithead was dropping hints like Ace Ventura's Anus on Taco Bell, we had The Talk.

Or rather, he began The Talk and I began hyperventilating.

For those of you who have never had A Talk in your lives, the topic of discussion is

The Future Together

the punctuation of which depends on your flavour of The Talk.

The Future Together.
The Future: Together!
The Future: Together?

Mine was the last variant. Basically Shithead

A) declared his love for me
B) wanted to know if the feeling was mutual because
C) if not things should end right then.

I, for the record, started hyperventilating somewhere around the word 'Love'; by point C I was trying to refrain from hysteronic hysterics. Being the astute observer and a completely evil bastard to boot, he asked me if I loved him.

Dear readers, I picked myself up by the (figurative) balls and answered honestly.