May 30, 2010

Have Myself a Fucking Bath

Filed under: Papa

OH, JESUS, NOW HE'S TALKING TO ME THROUGH THE INTERNET. (<- I DON'T KNOW HOW OR WHY MOVABLE TYPE CREATED A DUPLICATE ENTRY OF "OH, GOOD LORD...", IT JUST DID. I'LL SAVE THE SECOND ONE AS A LOL! REFERENCE: #1 and #2.)

I'M TOTALLY WIPING MY HANDS CLEAN OF WHATEVER THE FUCK HE'S UP TO. IN FACT, I'M GOING TO GO AND HAVE MYSELF A FUCKING BATH.

(I SHOULD PROBABLY MENTION THAT WHEN HE SAID "WE GONNA START TALKIN' AGAIN" WE WERE IN THE KITCHEN AND I WAS GETTING READY TO DUST'N'CLEAN HIS ALTAR DOLL AND THE WASHING MACHINE SUDDENLY TURNED OFF MID-CYCLE. AND THEN I GOT A WEIRD ASS STATIC SHOCK, OR SOMETHING, WHEN CARRYING THE DOLL BACK TO THE COMPUTER ROOM.)

(...THIS IS ALL BECAUSE I SHARED MY GODDAMN CINNAMON BUN COFFEE WITH HIM THIS MORNING AND GAVE HIS SORRY ASS THE LAST GINGERBREAD COOKIE, ISN'T IT?)

(OH GOOD LORD.)