They didn't let it happen, Venus is in the dark side... retrograde and removed from reasoning. So I have to accept that the interplay in this stark clinical world of courts and 'objections your honor' have to pick this up and play with it to know the details.
I had been waiting for today, because I was to be divorced. But they didn't let it happen. A plea for a dismissal of the default yada yada fuck up... was somehow accepted. My lawyer was stunned. So it would have nothing to do with my prior tussles with the judge. I had expressed my concerns last week. When this lawyer became mayor of the little historic town at the bottom of the hill, he zoned it off and sold it up the ying yangs. Not content with the available land he brought in a rancher and they worked out a land trade deal with useless checkerboard land 100 miles from her, and carved out prime real estate in this lush little valley. So he & us tussled over his affiliations, and now the monstrosities.
That is one thing. But then 3 years later the barman that works for his wife assaulted and seriously beat up my very best friend. This shook me up considerably. I felt propelled to say something, and as fate would have it I turned up at the recycling lot in the village at the same time. I had seen her face only once in a news paper clip. But i knew who it was as soon as I saw her so I knew fate had place here there for me to give her a piece of my mind. From her point of view, my friend was a stalker, it was evident that her bar man was a premeditating freak. In a small valley of big families you don't want to prong the wrong horn. But that is my nature. A throne in the side of status quo.
I am but a simple happy milk maiden, until you cross my path, then I become the Princess Zena Cowgirl on the Western Frontier. All instinctive and purposeful I barely can harness the reigns. But blazing trails of opinions has its long terms scars.
I had been waiting for today, because I was to be divorced. But they didn't let it happen. A plea for a dismissal of the default yada yada fuck up... was somehow accepted. My lawyer was stunned. So it would have nothing to do with my prior tussles with the judge. I had expressed my concerns last week. When this lawyer became mayor of the little historic town at the bottom of the hill, he zoned it off and sold it up the ying yangs. Not content with the available land he brought in a rancher and they worked out a land trade deal with useless checkerboard land 100 miles from her, and carved out prime real estate in this lush little valley. So he & us tussled over his affiliations, and now the monstrosities.
That is one thing. But then 3 years later the barman that works for his wife assaulted and seriously beat up my very best friend. This shook me up considerably. I felt propelled to say something, and as fate would have it I turned up at the recycling lot in the village at the same time. I had seen her face only once in a news paper clip. But i knew who it was as soon as I saw her so I knew fate had place here there for me to give her a piece of my mind. From her point of view, my friend was a stalker, it was evident that her bar man was a premeditating freak. In a small valley of big families you don't want to prong the wrong horn. But that is my nature. A throne in the side of status quo.
I am but a simple happy milk maiden, until you cross my path, then I become the Princess Zena Cowgirl on the Western Frontier. All instinctive and purposeful I barely can harness the reigns. But blazing trails of opinions has its long terms scars.
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