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?
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?
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.