Today

I asked Ian to pick a word.

Today I woke up with a woman in my bed,

with a fatass and long mermaid hair, legs tangled up in mine.

I made her coffee and i made tea.

I listened while she talked

 but I didn't hear a word she said because all I was thinking about was how much I knew nothing about her.

It's not that I'm a bad listener,

Because I am.

But just by looking into her eyes and watching her lips move,

I could almost hear her say that we weren't meant to be together.

Lust is a b***h and she's greedy as f**k.

This has nothing to do with luck.

Love is also kind of a c**t because the only thing good about it is 

the butterflies that cacoon until you realize that one day they die.

But my tea was good at least.

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[wordman]

what more could you ask,lovely story