Swear by the Moon

ROMEO
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—

JULIET
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Love Shakespeare.
Juliet was on to something when she spoke that night.

Assholes

Every time I start to get somewhere, someone always has to screw it up.
Assholes.
Clearly conversations are to be had soon enough.