My response

Well if you had had the BALLS to leave YOUR housewife, perhaps I'd be
much more than that now, wouldn't I. Hmmm, guess we'll never know.

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That's my response to Allen's smart-assed comment yesterday, calling me a housewife. It's my nice way of saying "fuck you."

Both he and Peter had me in their lives for several years, but neither of them were willing to get rid of their wives, who were obvious losers, or they wouldn't have sought me out in the first place. But all I'm good for is an occasional fuck. I know this. They made sure I learned that lesson, over and over again.

Believe me, I've learned it.

I told Pete this morning, "All my life I was always able to get jobs, they were easy to get, I never had a problem with that, but a BOYFRIEND, now THAT was something I RARELY had...but here, I've got a boyfriend, I just can't seem to find a fucking JOB, and that is why I'm feeling completely out of sorts. This is not what I had in mind when I moved here."

I want to know why I can't have both. Why does the universe and the cosmos and the gods above seem to be against that idea?

Oh well, it's too late now, it'll be Xmas soon, and we'll be traveling, so there's no point in looking for a job right now. I just have to get used to being bored to death every day I guess. My life is such a waste.

So again I repeat: perhaps if Allen or Peter had the balls to actually leave their wives for me, I would be much more than "just a housewife." But since neither one of them did, I am now relegated and resigned to the enveloping obscurity that is now my life.

---Sassy Girl