Booty Call
It's my fault as much as it is yours (and definitely that idiot's fault!).
Me gullible enough to believe in that idiot and not give you a call. You foolish enough to trust his words and not ask me about it either.
Damn it. To think I saw something pretty while I went to Chinatown to meet up with Fudge at her workplace after we parted ways at Harbourfront on Wednesday night, that I bought it without hesitation, one for you and the other (similar design) for myself. It may not be something expensive which you can easily afford given your fat pay cheque and family income, or your exes have bought you, but just something I took a fancy to at first instant, hoping you may like it as well. And I had thought to give it to you as a little gift going out together for the first time. Now I don't know what to do with it.
I'll throw it to my dog. How about that?
For one, I'm glad Sunshine is alright now. She had a good day shopping with Cowjinx at JB.
I enjoy my chilling out with Marycherry, as we talk about our mundane lives, our grievances at work, fucked up politics and begrudging the void in our lives. Don't you think, at times, what we want and crave is not love, but the notion of being loved and having someone/something to fill our shallow little shells?
Like how I am constantly whining on my blog about wanting to be hugged and cuddled to sleep (doesn't really matter if its by someone whom I don't love so as long he or she is not visually a turn off) but who on this earth will offer such free services to me at his/her expense without demanding something in return? Sex is not on my agenda, in fact, that will be the last thing on my mind, for I have discovered that I, not only have zero libido, I am also genophobic. You got to pay a price for everything, and right now, commitment is something I can't afford cos I have a promise to someone else.
I hope my soul/body won't crack after an extended length of lonlinesss (it's already been a year since I was single!) nor shatter to bits waiting for that someone.
Time for some retail therapy for myself (with Marycherry) soon. Nothing that solid shopping trips and buys can't fix. And of cos great company with an intellectual wise goddess helps.
By the way, I've got no dog, except my toy dog. And even then, it's about the size of the fist or slightly more. Hur hur.
Me gullible enough to believe in that idiot and not give you a call. You foolish enough to trust his words and not ask me about it either.
Damn it. To think I saw something pretty while I went to Chinatown to meet up with Fudge at her workplace after we parted ways at Harbourfront on Wednesday night, that I bought it without hesitation, one for you and the other (similar design) for myself. It may not be something expensive which you can easily afford given your fat pay cheque and family income, or your exes have bought you, but just something I took a fancy to at first instant, hoping you may like it as well. And I had thought to give it to you as a little gift going out together for the first time. Now I don't know what to do with it.
I'll throw it to my dog. How about that?
For one, I'm glad Sunshine is alright now. She had a good day shopping with Cowjinx at JB.
I enjoy my chilling out with Marycherry, as we talk about our mundane lives, our grievances at work, fucked up politics and begrudging the void in our lives. Don't you think, at times, what we want and crave is not love, but the notion of being loved and having someone/something to fill our shallow little shells?
Like how I am constantly whining on my blog about wanting to be hugged and cuddled to sleep (doesn't really matter if its by someone whom I don't love so as long he or she is not visually a turn off) but who on this earth will offer such free services to me at his/her expense without demanding something in return? Sex is not on my agenda, in fact, that will be the last thing on my mind, for I have discovered that I, not only have zero libido, I am also genophobic. You got to pay a price for everything, and right now, commitment is something I can't afford cos I have a promise to someone else.
I hope my soul/body won't crack after an extended length of lonlinesss (it's already been a year since I was single!) nor shatter to bits waiting for that someone.
Time for some retail therapy for myself (with Marycherry) soon. Nothing that solid shopping trips and buys can't fix. And of cos great company with an intellectual wise goddess helps.
By the way, I've got no dog, except my toy dog. And even then, it's about the size of the fist or slightly more. Hur hur.
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