Monday, June 4, 2007

Good grief

Bloody.sexual.frustration.

It is not humanly possible to conceive the idea that we've been together an entire weekend and we have not been able to do anything! It's not even funny. We've slept in the same bed, we've awoken each other with kisses and soft-spoken words, but nothing ever turns rambunctious enough for us to appreciate it! It is positively nerve-racking the way the universe conspires against you. I have never witnessed it in such magnitude. If it isn't her intrusive but well-intentioned father, it's her attention-seeking twin brother, if it's neither of those two, it's her overly-materializing ex-boyfriend and if it's neither of those factors, it's our exhausted bodies!

Good GRIEF. You must be joking.

We are both in a foul mood. I even moved my plane ticket (a lovely 120 pounds that I'll never see again) to stay longer and see if we can perhaps make time for ourselves. I can't believe how quickly word travels, for I already have a godforsaken meeting in the morning.

My anxiety and anger are so bad, I'm having palpitations as we speak. Though now I shall retire to my girlfriend's arms as to comfort ourselves promptly. Or at least attempt to do so.

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