The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

How many flat answers before I deck her?

One of these days, Noseypants is going to ask me about the house or the garden, and I'm going to pop her in her stupid nose. How the fuck can she not know that I am revolted that she expresses more interest in my house than I ever have or will? How can she not see that I am not going to talk with her about my most personal manifestation of home?

Lazy, deluded, entitled princess.

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