fat cow is angry about iraq

He's lucky I'm a fat cow now, actually. Because maybe if I weren't fat as hell I'd be more confident in my ability to seek a mate. i.e. he's safe and can get the milk for free without buying the cow. See, metaphor gone in a circle. Seriously, it's been almost three years, and I just turned thirty. I've never been one to want any legal commitment before, but turning thirty and seeing wrinkles is making me think I should've tried for it before I got all dumpy. Yes, I'm pissed now. Probably because anger is easier to deal with than sorrow right now. So he is getting the fat cow's milk for free, so why should he buy her?