Sunday, May 22, 2005
the stranger in my toilet
i could hardly imagine the stranger warming my toilet seat, perhaps peeing all over the toilet seat.the stranger smelling like me- of pantene and johnson baby milk bath.the stranger shaving himself in my sink,and who knows,maybe in my shower.the stranger staring at my laundry basket-my bonds and sports bra.the stranger brushing his teeth with my darlie(!)and most importantly,he is not my man,not even my housemate.we are not even close,not even a bit,not even at all.
he hogged my house phone in the middle of the night,speaking sweet nothings to yet another stranger on the planet and watched vcds in the middle of the night,with i-can-still-hear-you-even-when-my-room-door-is-closed volume.
unbelievable.
i think i would________________________(fill in the blanks) if i could. i ought to ________________________(fill in the blanks) if i should.
i might.i can.i will.i should.
damnit.
ah apparently arsenal won the FA cup.my man just lost a 5-shots bet.so much for drowning marcus in flaming lambourghini-waterfall-i-cant wait-to see-you-drunk shots.
iwantyououtofmytoiletike
fuck at 12:43 AM
1 Comments
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at 10:18 PM
said... you would you could you can you might you should you shall and you will. demand your rights. its your house!