After the fiasco of the derby where sex seemed turned into some kind of speed test, I'd greeted the following week's silence from Kentucky as to be expected. What else could be said? Even while I seethed, I realized that it would be kinder not to treat him to a shock of laser like truth certain to fry up his innards. Surely, he realized that at Strike Three, it simply really was NOT fair.
Alas, Kentucky is either oblivious, hopeful or just determined to go on a wing and a prayer. Perhaps all three. He sends me a short, pleading yet strikingly petulant message noting how it's been a "while" since we've "spoken". It's thankfully by email, I begin to fear that if instead he'd called me, I'd unleash a sound so sub-human, a banshee would hire me. Or definitely take my number for a sub contract.
Right. So while I had all sorts of D & Ms (deep and meaningfuls) vis a vis grappling with the Blahs early this week, it didn't quite disappear as quickly as I hoped it would. It didn't help that work began with an unusually high number of superbly idiotic questions, even by the co-workers' usual standards; questions so daft I secretly suspected they'd been masterminded as some kind of verbal Rorschach to trick test my sanity. No. Turns out they were seriously asking.
The blah gets louder as the days wear on and I realize my employers seriously harbor hope the sheer weight of my workload would split my cells into cloning (the cells refuse on principle and I slog on as a single productive unit). Or that finally, bleary eyed, I read the morning's Daily Scopes on my supa phone and there it is. The Golden Venus beatifically forewarning a halt to all Venusian initiatives since we are love-wise “between worlds”.
What is that? Limbo? Except it dawns on me that IF in fact my love world had an address it would be the Corner of Deep Chastity, post code Zero Zero Sex, Virginlandia, US. And. It would be a ghost town. Cue the bramble bushes blowing across the road. Nary a cowboy in sight.
FA on feathers, fangs, furies and all sorts of folly, yes, even the serious kind.
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