Saturday, April 16, 2011

I'm not going to be bitter

I cried a bit in the shower this morning. I guess i had to. People mourn over death; i do it for flings too. For the coming week or so, i'll probably be as cheerful as a death choir. You'll catch me daydreaming behind the fire escape and i'll most likely lose all my appetite for life, but i'll get over it eventually. It always does. A proper closure, some would say.

Why did i let myself go that far is beyond me. The only logical explanation i could devolve out of it is that, being single for x* amount of time has totally screwed up my whole self control; my inner james dean coolness as i would like to tweet. I ended up putting myself at the edge of the cliff and dive heads on into a pretend relationship only i am aware of. Some would say delusional, jessica puts it as thinking with a cock.

What i hate most was coming up to you three saturdays ago, throwing myself out like a kitten on heat and totally, utterly turn into a justin beaver fan on strike.

And just for the spike of it, sex was only mediocre to say the most. Those porn star moves of yours are a tad too fancy for real life sex, so i would suggest you lay it off infinitely. What i'll prolly missed most are your kisses. Oh, and those early morning urges. Damn.. now i need to go down to a nudie bar and actually pay someone for sex. Hmmph.

Somehow i feel so much better now.

* A duration that's far too long to be single. In fact, its down right shameless.

Ohh wow, that's a really big photo of myself. Blogspot glitch, i guess? :P

1 comment:

Mr-X said...

itulah.... keluar lagi dgn "P"... hmmmm.....