i am a fucking liar.

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.