Bitch won't leave me alone.
I usually refrain from calling any female a bitch, but I have reached my limit with my ex-girlfriend and am left with no alternative but to use socially unacceptable wordage to vent my frustration. (I'm sure any feminists that are reading this are sharpening their castration knives now. Oh well...)
Fucking BITCH.
Last night, at 2 in the morning, I was asleep. Like most people are during the workweek. Sleeping like a kitten. Did I mention I was asleep?
So I am startled awake to the sound of my phone ringing inches away from my head. I look at it and it is a number I don't recognize. 936 is our local area code so the number is local, but I still don't recognize it. I put the phone down and go back to sleep.
20 min later my phone rings AGAIN! This time the number is listed as private. Again, and slightly more aggravated, I silence the phone and return to my fitful slumber.
At a little after 4 when I get up I see that one of those calls has left me a voicemail. There are actually two messages in my voicemail, one from earlier in the night from a friend and one from my ex.
My ex doesn't talk but she has taken one of my songs, one that I recorded several years ago, and played the entire 3 minute piece into my voicemail. I know that it was her as I have not made this song publicly available to anyone outside of a few family members. And of course her.
I can't find a copy of the full lyrics anywhere but the chorus goes like this...
I am
Afraid to be alone
And so afraid to dream
Afraid I'll find myself
Tearing at the seams
I'm waiting for a moment
I wish you could believe
Afraid to find myself
Afraid of everything
So I sit on my sofa, at 4:30 in the am, and listen to myself sing this into my ear. Just the wake up call I was hoping for.
I realize that she is probably trying to send me a message, she knows how badly she fucked up EVERYTHING, and she is probably trying to tell me how she is feeling. But I have honestly reached the point of complete apathy towards her and the situation. Well, maybe not complete, she managed to unsettle me enough to write about this...
I swear I saw her drive past my house the other day too...
Like I said, Bitch with a capital B.
Ladies, if you're done sharpening your knives feel free... I'm not sure how much use I'm going to have for them anymore. Just be kind and use a local please.
I usually refrain from calling any female a bitch, but I have reached my limit with my ex-girlfriend and am left with no alternative but to use socially unacceptable wordage to vent my frustration. (I'm sure any feminists that are reading this are sharpening their castration knives now. Oh well...)
Fucking BITCH.
Last night, at 2 in the morning, I was asleep. Like most people are during the workweek. Sleeping like a kitten. Did I mention I was asleep?
So I am startled awake to the sound of my phone ringing inches away from my head. I look at it and it is a number I don't recognize. 936 is our local area code so the number is local, but I still don't recognize it. I put the phone down and go back to sleep.
20 min later my phone rings AGAIN! This time the number is listed as private. Again, and slightly more aggravated, I silence the phone and return to my fitful slumber.
At a little after 4 when I get up I see that one of those calls has left me a voicemail. There are actually two messages in my voicemail, one from earlier in the night from a friend and one from my ex.
My ex doesn't talk but she has taken one of my songs, one that I recorded several years ago, and played the entire 3 minute piece into my voicemail. I know that it was her as I have not made this song publicly available to anyone outside of a few family members. And of course her.
I can't find a copy of the full lyrics anywhere but the chorus goes like this...
I am
Afraid to be alone
And so afraid to dream
Afraid I'll find myself
Tearing at the seams
I'm waiting for a moment
I wish you could believe
Afraid to find myself
Afraid of everything
So I sit on my sofa, at 4:30 in the am, and listen to myself sing this into my ear. Just the wake up call I was hoping for.
I realize that she is probably trying to send me a message, she knows how badly she fucked up EVERYTHING, and she is probably trying to tell me how she is feeling. But I have honestly reached the point of complete apathy towards her and the situation. Well, maybe not complete, she managed to unsettle me enough to write about this...
I swear I saw her drive past my house the other day too...
Like I said, Bitch with a capital B.
Ladies, if you're done sharpening your knives feel free... I'm not sure how much use I'm going to have for them anymore. Just be kind and use a local please.
Now that makes for a good line in a poem
As per the video: Scripts? They don't NEED no stinking scripts! But seriously, that's pretty much how it went: told them to make scripts for themselves or give me an outline from which I could write and they more or less refused on the basis that the bearded guy doesn't like to use such things.