eighteen

May 14, 2005 00:46

My ideal woman will be able to cheat on me and I'll never, ever find out. She wont allow herself to have anyone's child but mine, though.
And she'd be real careful not to give me any diseases.

And now I'm 15, 16, 17 - 18, even. My girlfriend is an inanimate object. Correction: animate, but an object nonetheless. We're standing in a crowd and she could have fucked every single guy within a five mile radius and yet nothing would make my blood boil more than seeing only one of them make her laugh in a manner I could not. "Fuck him! Fuck that guy!"

Maybe she'll tell me that I don't look like a serial killer or child molester. I'd like that. Really.

Alex

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