I
have to believe that someday my colon will stop exploding. It picks
the most inopportune times to start its rumblings....like when I'm
standing there talking to a customer or sitting in traffic (or traffuck
as I so fondly call it.) All I have to do is think about her, yes
HER, and my guts just go on a wild rampage. I must admit, however,
this whole fiasco has been one helluva weight loss program. My pants
are bagging off my stupid ass and I could give a shit less. I look
like a homeless person who went dumpster diving for clothes outside
the Salvation Army pitch bin. (You know...THEIR discards)
Yes, I'm a certified mess.
Why
in the holy hell won't this go away? Some days I'm giddy with delight
thinking of this 26 year old "man-boy" trying to handle
her. She's a really tough customer wrought with emotion and angst.
Other days, she's just downright manic on a high that would scare
a Mountain Climber. And when the PMS strikes, you better get the holy
fuck outta Dodge, I'm telling you.
Still, who can explain why I still love the crazy bitch, but I do.
I don't see her anymore but she's still on my mind. I wish I could
break the bond but I guess it's just not time for my soul to let go
yet.
Oh
well, for today, I'll just try to BREATHE.
Signing off,
The Twisted Angry Lesbian
11/09/05