Saturday 23 June 2012

Fuck. Off.

Well, the feeling in my ancient bladder was right and the young man sent me an email today, the day before we had planned to meet, about some girl, etc, and about it being inappropriate for us to meet.  He hoped I didn't feel disrespected.  I did. 

I am sick of this, of all of it.  Men treat me like I'm nothing.  And I'm so bloody fucking something. 



2 comments:

  1. You certainly are something. Something very lovely x

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  2. Something very grumpy this morning. But thanks anyway...

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