Nov 23, 2008 02:16
Because I can't sleep.
This amuses me.
"...Michael leaves his socks on the floor when he takes off his shoes after work. This used to be fine. But now a sock on the floor isn't just a sock on the floor. It's a sock on the floor for the rest of my life. At night, he undresses just at the edge of his side of the bed. In the morning, he steps nimbly over the discarded pants, shorts and crumpled belt. He is finished with them; the movement between there and the hamper would impede his speed and efficiency. Besides, they magically disappear, these dirty clothes. The enchanted fairies come and take them away. "I'm not your mother," I say. "I shouldn't have to pick up after you." "Then don't," he says. "No one's making you." "You are," I shout. "You are by not doing it yourself!"
Insta-Shrew: Just add diamonds..."
"....It's the constant togetherness that chafes. No matter how much you love someone, you eventually reach the point where you feel like Kathleen Turner saying to Michael Douglas. Sometimes I just want to smash your face in..."