i'm a little very confused at this very moment.

i don't understand how this motherfucker just turned down my really good sex for a video game.
i know it's new and all-- he actually went out at midnight to get this shit-- but i'm wearing sexy lingerie, dammit. had i known this shit was gonna happen, i'd have worn my you're-not-gettin-any-so-don't-even-try-it pajamas and called it a night.

i'm not even mad; i'm annoyed. he's seriously sitting his ass on the edge of the bed playing this damn game. "gimme 5 more minutes."

5 minutes my ass. i'm wearing lace peekaboo bullshit from victoria's secret. this shit ain't even comfortable; it's all and itchy and shit. i only bought it cause the color's pretty.
fuck this. i've got a vibrator and a new pack of batteries.

suck your own dick.

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