Strange days…
Today has been a strange day. If we include last night as part of today, it is even stranger. Last night Hair Boy and I finally gave up fighting each other to have this relationship, (if only we had realised it was the world we should have been fighting, not each other), and finished it all. Not something I wanted in any way, shape or form, but I felt trapped and really couldn’t do the other option. So over it is, and that, Cunts and Cuntless’ is a big fucking shame…
Obviously I cried myself to sleep and made big wet patches of snot and tears all over my bed and woke up in a foul mood. I was rude to my boss, (”Can’t you just smile Tank?” I DON’T HAVE ANY FUCKING SMILES, THEY FELL OUT THE WINDOW), and generally stomped around the office. But then the world took a sharp turn to the left because the Arch Angel Asher came to visit me and I discovered that I am not the only adult who loves ToysRUs and wants a playroom. It’s so nice to have someone to discuss velcro walls, trampolines and bouncy castles with that I can curse in front of…
Tonight I was going to go to a buffet where they serve iced tea, elastic bands and freckles and so I called Imelda Marcos to see if she had any suitable shoes for me. She said she only had the kind of buffet shoes where they serve crocodiles and jars. Never mind though, I am going to hang out with N instead…
