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By cj king Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Feb 01 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.01.12.19.17796]] |
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When are you going to lose those pesky love handles? he wrote. Hitting closer to my jugular than anybody would be comfortable with. With a master's degree in something sitting on a shelf somewhere, he feigned innocence of the affliction at which he wickedly hit below the belt. Feigning innocence. Said he didn't know. It doesn't take a scholar to figure certain things out if you listen close enough. There is a beautiful sun that comes up each morning that I see from the treadmill, from the elliptical machine. He knew because I waxed poetic about it. Feign innocence. But don't think I don't have my master's in peoples' intentions. I do. I see right through you. And of hitting below the belt, you know yourself what I could say that would tear your jugular clean out. You try to make up for it in other ways. They didn't really work. Do you want a demo, a Meg Ryan-replay of the faking I did just for you? But I am not built to hit people where they live. It undoes me more than it undoes them. So I won't try to tear out your jugular as you so gleefully tried to hit on mine. I'm too busy trying to hide the scars where I tried to tear out my own on your behalf. Pesky love handles I can lose. What are you gonna do? I would suggest keeping your eyes open for the Meg Ryanesque love scenes. It's the best your're gonna do. |