i woke up this morning and all i saw was this:

i desired he'd brought me some coffee too, i was hung-over, ran to the bog, i hit the fuckin bull's eye toilet seat and honked baby.
catty hairball music in my ears.
ever spasmodicaly sought a shower with a percolator in it? well i did. in vain.
he snored. i think it is really lousy when people snore and swallow spit.
i prefere bruxism.
i love bruxism.
i located a deck of towels, grabbed one and took a shower.
about one hour. or two.
ok, it last about 10 mins.
i dressed up. i looked out of the window and saw him outside with a paper-bag

i heard the sound of keys opening a door and his velvet voice: "got some crouzzentz, honey"
my ears began to bleed heavily and i thought "could you say CROISSANTS please?"
but insteat i whispered mawkishly "oh that is so cute!"
to be continued.