Ok So I dreamed up this conversation to have with Kt next time I go over there.
Kt: Something wrong Joy?
Joy: No.
Kt: Are you mad at me?
Joy: I have no right or reason to be mad at you.
Kt: Then what are you mad at?
Joy: Myself.
Kt: Why?
Joy: For caring.
Kt: About me?
Joy: Yes.
Kt: I didnt know
Joy: Well now you do
Kt: So why are you mad at yourself for that?
Joy: BECAUSE YOU ARE A MANWHORE, HOOKER, PUBLIC PIECE O MEAT?
Kt: Oh.
Sound fair?
2 comments:
Did we miss something here? Some integral part of this story? One second you are a tittering little giggly girly -girl, and now you are using profane insults to describe your beau.
I believed we missed the parts where he went from hero o' the world to piece of shit manwhore.
Fill us in, please, we are confused.
Spikefeather
Has a Cape! HA-HA
Bah.
I happened.
I suppose I can explain. I let down those big scary walls I was hiding behind for 13 years. Then he got all sick last week and I that awww... poor baby feeling for him. Well can ya just imagine me having that feeling? Yep, it was ugly. So this past weekend I avoided him. Er, well, I did stay there last Thursday night.... but damnit I left before noon on Friday!
So anyway, I let the whole notion of doing something more then just 'hooking up' get lodged in my little brain. Now look at me. Im a moron again.
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