Well I'm at home. I'm exhausted from all the traveling. I want to sleep forever but that would get in the way of my Planet Earth obsession so that won't be good. My lovely flowers are ready to bloom or so I think. I've been rather careless with them, which is sad and shameful. I shall tend to them and give them lots and lots and lots and lots of love.
But nothing is more shameful than the fact that Miss Caterina Maria has not had the decency to even send a measly message dictating whether she's well or not! I do not expect her to send me a daily correspondence but at least one of those characteristic (nonetheless dry) hellos. But not even THAT. Just thinking about it sends bouts of energy through my being, as if I was going through a caffeine rush, instead it's an overwhelming feeling of outrage. Ugh. Bloody sexual politics!
It's just not fair. Poo :(
...it doesn't help that I'm a wee bit drunk right now does it (oh so many grammatical errors I must correct!). It also doesn't help that I wrote an e-mail when I'm utterly pissed off/drunk. Oh bloody hell.
But nothing is more shameful than the fact that Miss Caterina Maria has not had the decency to even send a measly message dictating whether she's well or not! I do not expect her to send me a daily correspondence but at least one of those characteristic (nonetheless dry) hellos. But not even THAT. Just thinking about it sends bouts of energy through my being, as if I was going through a caffeine rush, instead it's an overwhelming feeling of outrage. Ugh. Bloody sexual politics!
It's just not fair. Poo :(
...it doesn't help that I'm a wee bit drunk right now does it (oh so many grammatical errors I must correct!). It also doesn't help that I wrote an e-mail when I'm utterly pissed off/drunk. Oh bloody hell.
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