Uh Oh
KB: It. Has. Begun.
Moi: Ok dramaqueen, what’s up now?
KB: Nothing & Everything.
Moi: Um, kay.
KB: The rapid dissolution of a false reality. A deterioration of a self constructed facade.
Moi: Did you just watch the matrix or something?
KB: No.
Moi: Then what gives?
KB: I just realized…
Moi: Spit it out.
KB: We’ve had mini monologues at each other. We don’t talk.
Moi: And so?
KB: Just that. What do I do when I’m old and finally wrinkly?
Moi: Huh?
KB: Well, right now we have the good sex life. We won’t have that when we’re older.
Moi: And this means…
KB: We’ll have to talk. And J. & I don’t talk. We talk at each other. Snippets. Etc. but we don’t talk. Yesterday and today both, he didn’t even ask me how I was.
Moi: A pity. Are you still farting on him?
KB: Every night.
Moi: And…
KB: It makes me feel better…but it also makes me feel sort of sad.
Moi: Oh barf.
KB: Yeah I know.
Moi: I got that lipstick you told me to go get. It’s called Choco Lots. Chocolate flavored lovely brown goodness.
KB: Did it work?
Moi: To make me feel a little better? Yeah I guess.
KB: Gimme. Are you going to blog this?
Moi: You want me to?
KB: No. Yes. …no, yes.
Moi: Um.
KB: I love the sense that I’m some sort of Heddy Lamar type character in your site.
Moi: Anyting you vant my dahling.
KB: He’s calling on the other line. Must go. *smooch*
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