Is there ever any doubt that between two opposing sides, somewhere in the middle there is truth? The instability between the two is as vast as the deep blue sea! Whatever the fuck that means! Someone happened to say it to me once and it sounded good, therefore, it is my intelligent line for the day.
Just because there are fouls in my court; cries, temper tantrums, warnings to perspective ‘romantic’ interests that my mood may be different tomorrow.
In a nutshell while confined to an emotional attic room up around White’s Park, Concord NH this is how I read:
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I’m going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won’t mean a thing.
So, true. Yet, it isn’t all me. Although, I’d like to think it is all about me.
What can I say? Rumor has it by Ambien Grace:
-I know that Kate, my ex-girlfriend, no I am not a lesbian and quit asking, well, psycho bitch left me with nothing but the taste of bad cum in my mouth. And, I don’t even like going down on women.
-She claimed to be out of the bed of her wife, she wasn’t, and I know it.
-Claimed to be celibate for two years, wrong again! Rumor has it she had a pretty healthy sex life before, during and after my youthful stupidity entered her life.
-Claimed to love me to the end. But the more I think of it, our relationship was as a good book waiting in the wings.
How did I put it to her once?
“You should write a book on how I seduced you.”
What does she say?
“First, I’m going to start to blog about it.”
“That’s one way to start. You should remember to include, how I started wearing short shorts to work. And, purposely would bend over right in front of you. Just leave the going up the ass stuff out, Mother Theresa would have a bird.”
Wish I knew then what I believe to be whole hearted truth now. Book three almost ready for the press and Book Four had already been in production.
There is more to this shitty prescription drug workplace romance story. I haven’t covered it all. What the fuck was I thinking?
Kate’s tastes in women were brunette, short, feminine, smart and well hung.
Me; I am square as a shithouse door on a tuna boat, sexual identity not intact, Victoria’s Secret leaves me looking like Rosie O’Donnell with dyed blonde hair and I carry half my weight in my breasts.
Stupid is as stupid does. How did I put it once?
“Yeah…i could use tutoring in the English department, I don’t test well. I had to have my mom help me all through school.”