Absense

Thursday, September 22, 2005

 

I'm a millionaire

looking for a hottie to spoil. end quote. yesterday it all seemed clear.

why do you always gotta talk like a whore?

Because men like it
I think that you're right


God damn I remember watching my stockbroker boyfriend becoming obsessed with material lust before my eyes. I watched the look on his face as he bought a pair of Gucci sunglasses for $300. Watched it being charged to his amex. At this moment I am not obsessed with what money can buy. Have psychologists studied actually economic patterns; I spend more money on an organic acorn squash and organic ice cream and golean bars. I love supermarket shopping; I'll be my husband's worst nightmare won't I.

Was disappointed I thought I had found the x. look-alike american version; blond hair parted to the side, glasses, nondescript fashion, pocket protector type. He opened his mouth to speak and it was a struggle. Seems he has down's sydrome. For crying out loud. well, there goes my dream man.

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god, i know what you mean about being your husbands worst nightmare!
 
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