A Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, in a not so far away land, a beautiful princess and a well, sort of handsome prince met and fell in love.
The sort of handsome prince, while handsome in a pretty mediocre way, was indeed, CHARMING. And that is how he won the love of the beautiful princess.
The months went by and they were happy and in love. With love and happiness. The semi-handsome prince showered his beautiful princess with love and flowers and poems and songs and sunshine in a well meant effort to show how lucky he felt that he had the love of such a beautiful princess and how he couldn't believe that she would be so in love with him.
They were sooooooo happy.
But as the days and months and weeks drew onward, the beautiful princess started to notice that the kinda-handsome prince's showers of love and affection started to wane into a slight trickle. The beautiful princess thought that perhaps her eeeehhh-handsome prince was feeling sad about something and reached out to him out of her incredible and fortunate love for him. At first he was happy to talk about his feelings, thinking "wow. Am I lucky to have such a smart, insightful, and beautiful princess to share my woes with. She's the best!" And they were happy again for awhile.
Soon, however, the beautiful princess started to notice that every time they talked about what was bothering her ok-handsome prince, she was hearing the same woes and sadness and wondered "Why doesn't he DO something about these sadnesses and woes? I mean, I don't mind listening to him because of my undying and generous love for him, but jeeeeeez!"
But things just started sliding ever downhill from there. It wasn't long before the getting kind of ugly prince started being mean to the beautiful princess.
And one day, the beautiful princess, in tears, said goodbye to the now looking awesome prince. All the while wondering what she could have done to make him happier.
Well, not long down the road, the beautiful princess heard that the not all that greatlooking prince had found a new princess. And the beautiful princess felt very low and very sad. Adding to that, she heard that the bastard prince had proposed MARRIAGE to the new princess.
The beautiful princess was beside herself. For, this was not the first time something like this had happened. It seemed that everytime some lame-almost handsome prince came into her life, he'd be with her for a while, they would separate and then he'd marry the next princess that came along.
"What gives?" she lamented. "Am I forever doomed to be The Beautiful TRAINING Princess??"
Well, as luck would have it, she learned that the asshole prince indeed DID marry the new princess and they had many, many babies. However, it was revealed that he was constantly found in the company of other princesses and that new princess was sad and defeated and worn out from all the damn kids he had on her.
And that he had contracted Hep C.
The end.
The sort of handsome prince, while handsome in a pretty mediocre way, was indeed, CHARMING. And that is how he won the love of the beautiful princess.
The months went by and they were happy and in love. With love and happiness. The semi-handsome prince showered his beautiful princess with love and flowers and poems and songs and sunshine in a well meant effort to show how lucky he felt that he had the love of such a beautiful princess and how he couldn't believe that she would be so in love with him.
They were sooooooo happy.
But as the days and months and weeks drew onward, the beautiful princess started to notice that the kinda-handsome prince's showers of love and affection started to wane into a slight trickle. The beautiful princess thought that perhaps her eeeehhh-handsome prince was feeling sad about something and reached out to him out of her incredible and fortunate love for him. At first he was happy to talk about his feelings, thinking "wow. Am I lucky to have such a smart, insightful, and beautiful princess to share my woes with. She's the best!" And they were happy again for awhile.
Soon, however, the beautiful princess started to notice that every time they talked about what was bothering her ok-handsome prince, she was hearing the same woes and sadness and wondered "Why doesn't he DO something about these sadnesses and woes? I mean, I don't mind listening to him because of my undying and generous love for him, but jeeeeeez!"
But things just started sliding ever downhill from there. It wasn't long before the getting kind of ugly prince started being mean to the beautiful princess.
And one day, the beautiful princess, in tears, said goodbye to the now looking awesome prince. All the while wondering what she could have done to make him happier.
Well, not long down the road, the beautiful princess heard that the not all that greatlooking prince had found a new princess. And the beautiful princess felt very low and very sad. Adding to that, she heard that the bastard prince had proposed MARRIAGE to the new princess.
The beautiful princess was beside herself. For, this was not the first time something like this had happened. It seemed that everytime some lame-almost handsome prince came into her life, he'd be with her for a while, they would separate and then he'd marry the next princess that came along.
"What gives?" she lamented. "Am I forever doomed to be The Beautiful TRAINING Princess??"
Well, as luck would have it, she learned that the asshole prince indeed DID marry the new princess and they had many, many babies. However, it was revealed that he was constantly found in the company of other princesses and that new princess was sad and defeated and worn out from all the damn kids he had on her.
And that he had contracted Hep C.
The end.
posted by LC Greenwood at 10:55 AM
2 Comments:
Man, I'd much rather be Training Princess than Princess-who's-tricked-into-having-kids-and-STD's-with-Jackass-Prince.
I mean, how lucky can you get to dodge that bullet?
Of course, this is all in the unfortunate circumstance that I didn't get the part of Sorta Handsome Prince. Cause that gig rocks.
YAYYY Story-Time!!!
Made me think of this...
We're tragedians, you see.
We follow direction, there
is no choice involved.
The bad end unhappily,
the good unluckily.
That is what tragedy means.
-R&J are Dead
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