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My meowy-one gives me feelings I'd forgotten. Big rushes of love and caring. He stretches out, purring, impossibly long and straight, and then his little spasmo stretches, each limb pointing in a different direction, a snuffling purr smile, his fluffy orange trousers and round tummy stuffed with cat-meat, soft and screamingly cuddly.
Feel lucky, I just deleted four more paragraphs of cat-lovey-shit. I know it's boring, yeah yeah. He's not an ordinary cat, that's all.
I've spent the weekend moping. I'm always blue when I'm not working. I should've just gone in today. Fuck, and I need to take my meds. Idiot. I always wonder why I'm feeling like death and it's because I've just forgotten to take a pill for 3 days. Work keeps me to a routine, mindless, safe.
There's a new guy at work. From first seeing him, I melted back into 'old-me'. So I do exist, in there. I just haven't been attracted to someone in a long time. Montréal is very sparse. I was warm and friendly, around handsome men I'm in my element, it's like I get high on the electricity, become more eloquent, my eyes change, I can feel it. I become so self aware, where I touch myself, touch him. The words I use and the curve of my tongue. Every time we'd pass in the office we'd exchange a flippant something, a blush, standing close, laughing into each other. It was quite fun. I could see how other girls hated it, one in particular, plasticized from so much surgery growled, keeping track of our interactions. High-schoolish.
Last Monday, we were partnered on a project, me and him. Working one-on-one every day.
The sparks lasted the first 4 hours. Then he grew more and more irritating. Now he may as well be obese with long greasey hair and acne.
Ahh, I can hear my little baby snoring.
Feel lucky, I just deleted four more paragraphs of cat-lovey-shit. I know it's boring, yeah yeah. He's not an ordinary cat, that's all.
I've spent the weekend moping. I'm always blue when I'm not working. I should've just gone in today. Fuck, and I need to take my meds. Idiot. I always wonder why I'm feeling like death and it's because I've just forgotten to take a pill for 3 days. Work keeps me to a routine, mindless, safe.
There's a new guy at work. From first seeing him, I melted back into 'old-me'. So I do exist, in there. I just haven't been attracted to someone in a long time. Montréal is very sparse. I was warm and friendly, around handsome men I'm in my element, it's like I get high on the electricity, become more eloquent, my eyes change, I can feel it. I become so self aware, where I touch myself, touch him. The words I use and the curve of my tongue. Every time we'd pass in the office we'd exchange a flippant something, a blush, standing close, laughing into each other. It was quite fun. I could see how other girls hated it, one in particular, plasticized from so much surgery growled, keeping track of our interactions. High-schoolish.
Last Monday, we were partnered on a project, me and him. Working one-on-one every day.
The sparks lasted the first 4 hours. Then he grew more and more irritating. Now he may as well be obese with long greasey hair and acne.
Ahh, I can hear my little baby snoring.
posted by tui at 3:47 PM
4 Comments:
Funny how people change the better you get to know them.
That's no joke!
I vowed with this job never to "hook-up" with anyone from this office. Almost ALL of them are married but doesn't matter. . . there's one in particular that I think about but he's a backstabber.
Have you ever just looked at someone and you can just tell that they want you even though they aren't supposed to?
Yea I'm alot like that too..I wonder is the problem within us..or them.
'us' or 'me' I think..yes it's within me.
for sure
I have 7 furry little snorer's to placate my speical needs.
argh, that's so cute. I can just imagine you covered in them, like a blanket with tails.
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