1995
I met a woman online today who has been married 10 years. She lives in Topeka, Kansas and her hubby doesn't know she's bi. She has affairs with women, but doesn't tell him. He apparently travels a lot and when she's horny she climbs online. She was really boring like that. The whole thing was so weird I couldn't really talk to her, but I got her off anyway. There's such a rush of power going along with just sitting here typing someone to orgasm. That's the hook for me, a little power trip. I have to get it somewhere, I guess. And these dumb chicks are probably better off for it. Any ol' way . . . So where's Snow? I expected her before now. Was I silly? Or is she? No way to know. I want to submit the poem I just wrote to the writer's forum, but I can't figure out how. Goofy, maybe I'll try again. Stoopid AOL, making everything all difficult.
Douchebag and I got up at 6 this morning and met Chucky for breakfast at 6:30. Then we came home and fucked (it was great, of course). Then I took a nap and he went to work. I went to run errands, stopped at a little place in Frazer and gut us some pogs and a dinosaur slammer for myself. And a Mustang collection set for him. So now it's almost 5 and I'm almost naked on the living room futon getting stoned and watching the news. Mmmmmmmm . . . hurricane Louis big carribean damage. So where's our rain? The creek out back is nearly empty. It's sad. All the grass is brown, can't throw my butts on the lawn for a while. Speaking of butts, time for one and a recipe reconnaissance mission so I can get to the fun library books. I got biographies of the Carpenters and Janis Joplin as well as several cake decoratingbooks.
I'm sitting here on Rosie's doorstep, stoned and tranq-ed and I just had this 'movie' play in my head of a man with a gun running up and taking me hostage in the house and letting me write the whole thing down in my journal in exchange for fucking him. He lets me live but kills Rosie, Sweetums and himself in front of me. Then Douchebag's parents help us disappear when it's over . . . then it ended because it didn't know how Douchebag would feel about what went on so it had no hope for plot. Douchebag's here.
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