So in the latest in “Gee this seems toxic!”…

nowadays,
i keep asking myself what is the point of being in a relationship?
besides splitting bills,
which if you live within a budget you can handle on your own.
the occasional sex,
which if your budget is right,
you can pay for from your attentionisto fantasies…

I don’t see the point.

“I LOVE LOVE!“,
i guess?
you gotta worry about your manz falling out of love with you,
cheating because it’s wednesday,
80/20 and you the 80,
or throwing paws for the social forests to see.
let’s segway to arquez and his manz(?)…