I'm not supposed to mind the following: I wonder how much is damage control. Last Friday, unexpected act of cuteness Last Friday, unexplained 'hon' from unexplained woman So did you really miss me or were you just trying to shut me up because you were anticipating some sort of jealous reaction? I don't care about unexplained affectionate lady person. I just want you to miss me for no other reason than missing me and I don't have that now. It's always the Souad Hosny batata situation with you. Chocolata or nada. Return the batata. Keep your stinky half hearted love. I don't want it. --- I miss the creaky old cassettes, you didn't used to flip through the songs so fast. I wish office hottie weren't such an unprofessional douchebag so you could make out with him and forget about the other douchebag you're obsessed with. Mostly I wish you could be half as critical of him as you are of yourself. --- I catch you every single time you look at my boobs and I judge you. I smile and I talk to you while I imagine your penis walking you around on a leash. Please masturbate or practice subtly ogling women at home. You and your stupid "I'm so smooth and macho" You have ruined sex for me. And I hate you for it. I hate desperate, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. When you're starving you gobble up food without tasting it, you're just trying to be full. I want to be tasted. And I don't like that teenage slobbery clawing attack. Maybe it isn't possible for men to be sophisticated about it? I don't know. I think the few times he was sophisticated with me was by accident-when he wasn't paying attention--he'd distractedly adjust my bra with his fingers or push my hair from my face. --- I'm very worried about you. |