Knickers

Sunday, June 03, 2007
Current mood: depressed (rather)

My faithfuls,

Sometimes life just stinks doesn't it ? And no matter how much you search, that silver lining turns out to be cheap tin...
It's just a mood and it will pass, I know, but at the moment I feel very deflated.
What brought this on, you ask?
Ah well...

Imagine coming home after a boring day at work. The flat is empty as usual, as it's been for the last year, although you have a visitor at the moment. ExBoy's mum is visiting from abroad and staying with you. His car is outside, so it's obvious they're out together.
Then your little nasty nagging voice starts kicking in...
Is the Slapper there as well? With them? Has she been hailed into the family as the new official GF?
Then you spot the washing machine has ended its cycle...
Oh, let's hang that up, shall we?
Out comes a strange duvet cover followed by knickers - cheap cotton bikinis, 10 for £3,- Asda sort of stuff.
And that, my friends, shocked me a bit. There I was,emptying the machine of their dirty laundry... There's some sad bad poetry in that. Or at least a country song.

It pleased me to see that he definitely upgraded himself in the knicker department... NOT! Remember his remarks? I was wearing "knickers Bridget Jones would be ashamed of..." Suffice to say, dear readers, that some days in the month you don't feel very sexy and you need something comfortable for the job... I will not go deeper into this. His incredibly selective memory has expanded these moments to "always". Well, I dare anyone to come and have a look in my Drawer of Unmentionables, thank you very much.

So here I am sitting now; watching the knickers of the woman that wrecked my life as I knew it dry. It beats paint, for sure. I wish I could go and buy some nits of little creepy crawlies to stuff into them. Failing that, some chili might have an interesting effect. Or, wait... rubbing some fibre glass in the crotch areas... now there's an uplifting idea...

I must be a bit hormonal that I can let a stupid situation like this affect me. It is about that time of the month, I suppose. Normally, I would be fuming hilariously for your entertainment. I do feel a big urge to stick pins in wax dolls, mind... black pins this time! Deffo!