Rage
It's been a little over a year.
Candles... Games...sultry sexual explorations...
Seems so long ago, and yet?
"Thought I'd see how you were..."
12 months, give or take a few days, later.
Charming, I think and nausea grips my gut. Saliva streams down my throat, and I want to hurl abuse.
You fucking cunt!
Prick.
Asshole
Bastard.
Technology's a lovely thing as far as cell phones go.
"Who's this?" I reply.
Some may call it silence. I call it emasculation.
His voice fades, I feign recognition and match it with a fake apology.
"Just called to say hi,' he bleats.
"Oh, yeah...hi..."
And then I let him go. He falls, and he may as well be dead for all I care.
His voice fades, I feign recognition and match it with a fake apology.
"Just called to say hi,' he bleats.
"Oh, yeah...hi..."
And then I let him go. He falls, and he may as well be dead for all I care.
posted by Dee Jour | 2:10 pm
Baby, don't be mad at me.
I just called because I remembered having sex with you always got me off.
I mean, other girls did too, but you know - they're not here right now. So I called.
Wanna hang out and you know, whatever?
If "whatever" = "pile-drive an old screwdriver into [your] cuntish larynx", then even I'm up for it.
Thank you all :)))
I thought my stars collided because it's been a weird zodiac, with a couple of calls/text messages resurfacing like pesky gardening weeds.
WTF mate.
wtf indeed :P