A harlot of God upon the earth
ARGHHHHHHHHHH, there is this DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMN annoying ad on TV. It's for $10 text for cellphones. There is this fuckwit of a guy running about in little shorts screaming "If you don't have $10 text, get it now!!" and then he's blimming wearing a basket on his head, holding a micrphone and saying "wicked!!". Damn it man, because of that little bitch, I have inadvertantely being saying "wicked!!" in that same arsey little tone as him.
DAMN ADVERTSING and GARY THE $10 TEXT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway. Let the guilt ensue...
This is my guilty coma diary
There was this man today. In the grocery store. I saw him when I was picking apples from the shelf. Apricots. Potatoes, lettuce. I saw him when I was pulling my Chai off the shelf. I saw him when I was holding my wine. He was beautiful. Wow, he was hott. I really couldn't stop looking at him. It was pathetic.
He had this closely shaven head and light brown eyes. He had a little bit of stubble around his mouth and down his chin and neck. He was tallish, taller than me (which 'aint hard) and he was wearing this grey t-shirt which hugged his body. The shirt had cream words on them. They looked like graffiti. Wow he was beautiful.
I don't remember what I was doing, I think it was when I was getting icecream. I can't remember. He crossed my path on the way to getting something (frozen food?), and he turned his head and looked at me. Just like that. In my eyes. Only for a second, though. Then he went on doing... whatever.
I saw him again, when I was getting meat. I noticed that he had a gold band on his finger. Big, thick and gold. I felt shocked and afraid. He looked, at the oldest, 30? I thought to myself, Jess, that is someone's husband. I couldn't help it though. Don't get me wrong. I have never, ever been with someone married. I never want to - unless he is my husband. But this guy, there was something about his eyes. This guy...
Wow.
The best part about it is, I will probably never see him again. He will always remain that beautiful man I saw today. My memory will remain this. Where he is the beautiful, gorgeous, MARRIED man and I am the hungry, lustful nymphette wanting to violate him with masks and scalpels and hooks and my mouth and stop.
God I feel bad for admitting that...
DAMN ADVERTSING and GARY THE $10 TEXT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway. Let the guilt ensue...
This is my guilty coma diary
There was this man today. In the grocery store. I saw him when I was picking apples from the shelf. Apricots. Potatoes, lettuce. I saw him when I was pulling my Chai off the shelf. I saw him when I was holding my wine. He was beautiful. Wow, he was hott. I really couldn't stop looking at him. It was pathetic.
He had this closely shaven head and light brown eyes. He had a little bit of stubble around his mouth and down his chin and neck. He was tallish, taller than me (which 'aint hard) and he was wearing this grey t-shirt which hugged his body. The shirt had cream words on them. They looked like graffiti. Wow he was beautiful.
I don't remember what I was doing, I think it was when I was getting icecream. I can't remember. He crossed my path on the way to getting something (frozen food?), and he turned his head and looked at me. Just like that. In my eyes. Only for a second, though. Then he went on doing... whatever.
I saw him again, when I was getting meat. I noticed that he had a gold band on his finger. Big, thick and gold. I felt shocked and afraid. He looked, at the oldest, 30? I thought to myself, Jess, that is someone's husband. I couldn't help it though. Don't get me wrong. I have never, ever been with someone married. I never want to - unless he is my husband. But this guy, there was something about his eyes. This guy...
Wow.
The best part about it is, I will probably never see him again. He will always remain that beautiful man I saw today. My memory will remain this. Where he is the beautiful, gorgeous, MARRIED man and I am the hungry, lustful nymphette wanting to violate him with masks and scalpels and hooks and my mouth and stop.
God I feel bad for admitting that...