The offal of daily attrition: prime cuts, odds & ends

31.12.10

My eyes are open



Last night I was called a pussy for refusing to make out with the kids in the house (knowing it would lead to more) after previously refusing oral and vaginal sex for the same reason.

I walked away.

Then received the following texts:
Hey I'm sorry
I wasn't trying to be a jerk
But it came out that way
I'm sorry I love you buddy

Followed by this voice mail:
Hey, um, sorry for coming off like a jerk, but, um, if you still want to hang out tomorrow that's fine just text me I'll come over for lunch. Um, if not, well I guess [inaudible] well anyways, um, just text me tomorrow.

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