As many of you know. I have been searching for a Kingdom. A place to call my own, with servants at my beck and call. Where I can sit in a Victorian tub while maids bathe me with milk and washed my hair in honey.
Today I have come to the realization that there is something consistent that happens with every monarchy. Save for England… For now at least.
All reigns end. The people get disgruntled about living under my crocodile skin shoes and eating the fine crumbs that fall off the edge of my table.
One day, the proletariat will rise against the bourgeois. They will behead us. They will impale us.
And do you know what happens to the Princess? They will bury her under her chateau.
Hope you guys know there’s no point to this post.
If you read this to the end, you are jobless and like me, you need a life.