... (deranged_piglet) wrote in 100_words, @ 2006-10-11 23:30:00 |
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Current mood: | pissed off |
opening your horizons is not equal to opening our marriage
i bought some new shoes. don’t worry, you won’t like them. they cost too much, especially for what you’d (ever-so-delicately) refer to as hooker heels.
you’ll gripe, of course, for hours. but darling, do you think i’ll forget all about what it is we’re really here to talk about?
there’s dinner on the stove, love, and a glass of wine on the table.
how was work today, dear?
did mrs jims tell you any stories, sweetpea?
what’s her name then, bastard?
that leather smell of my spanking new shoes is all that will keep me from screaming;
bastard,
bastard,
bastard.