When I first met LADY MORGANA she liked to hold hands, kiss and engage in heavy petting. Eventually we graduated to late night sex romps that enraged long haul truckers and high school chess teams. Now LADY MORGANA gets spooked if I even sneak a feel when she is sleeping. She does not care to communicate. She is ok with trying to mind fuck her way to avoid real talk about my needs and I still have needs even if I am 325 years young in vampire time.
This morning I noticed the vampire chocolate chip cookies were open and on the kitchen counter where all the ants like to swarm and eat our crumbs. I really am at a loss. The problem is I know I am IN HELL yet somehow I think salvation is around the corner. When I see the cookies open in that location in such a sloppy fashion I begin to realize that salvation is not in the cards. Never.
I am living with a SHE-DEMON that torments me with sloppy food handling and weight loss programs without the sex fringe benefits.
Alas.
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