http://sputniknews.com/us/20160306/1035849351/scuba-diver-sucked-into-nuclear-power-plant-pipe.html
Hmmmm. The thing I used to be married to scuba dives. (And hang glides, and flies light planes, and is probably a millionaire by now. Wonder if he's still got his gorgeous Chinese girlfriend, or if she dumped him? I like my present, po' delicate musician better. My soul mate, ya know? Gods, I have been slapped upside with the 'money ain't everything', real hard. I was never a total materialist in action, though I did dream about having a Victorian house, lots of land, Puritan style furniture. . .
Like HELL I'd go into debt over any of those stupid dreams, though.)
I don't really hate the thing I used to be married to. I was wrong in going after him being I went after him because he reminded me of someone else, and that NEVER WORKS! But hey! I learned how NOT to relate to a person. So it's all good and we did have some fun in the past.
