Angeline, Mr. Lillington, Sabra. I've decided to write it. No censorship, no shame. Maybe I'll figure something out in the meantime.
Update.
Jude walked in the door maybe 7 minutes ago. I just got out of work a few hours ago, so I was sprawled on the couch eating some Combos and watching an episode of MASH. He sat next to me and paused the dvd.
"There's something I need to talk to you about."
I sat up. "What's up?"
He explained to me that he had been hanging out with a girl he works with, and while he hadn't intended for anything to happen one thing had led to another. With his head in his hands he confessed to a blow job that I really don't care about.
If anything, I was happy for him. Why should I have all the fun? But he insists on feeling disgusted and ashamed of himself. Further proof that some people are just monogamous and some people just aren't. But! I have a new pack of cigarettes and new headphones and not enough money for rent, so everything's going to be fine.
picture this, if you will:
- Ms. Annie Creamcheese
- so many years ago...
- I was born in 1874 in Paris to a pair of sea turtles who were violently in love, though their passions were kept secret as they were locked in loveless marriages at the time-- my mother to a ruthless Duke, my father to a bar wench who favored gambling. However, their torrid affair turned sour after my mother, Marzipan, caught my father in bed with a golf club and thus ended both their lives. Shortly after their tragic demise I was adopted by a colony of glow worms and raised in Haiti until my coming of age; I then conquered Valhalla with the help of my trusty house cats, Annabelle and Rupert. I am now attending school to become lava lamp engineer with hopes to own a brothel someday.
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