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Death is always an option.

There are days - and this is one of them - when John is very lucky to be worth more to me alive than dead.

When he wasn't home when I got back from the grocery store at 11:00, I assumed he was staying overnight with his boyfriend, and thought no more of it.

When his alarm clock went off at 5:30 (TWO HOURS before mine), I grouchily stumbled over to his bedroom to find the damn thing and figure out how to shut it off, and sincerely hoped that it was an unexpected overnight.

However, at 8:30, when his response to the question was to gleefully describe to me exactly how his boyfriend had stopped him from leaving, with that giddy I-just-got-shagged-senseless grin on his face... Well, lonely, depressed me (yay February), who was unnecessarily short on sleep, seriously considered wringing his smug little neck.

It would've been justifiable homicide, right?


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Feb. 9th, 2010 03:06 pm (UTC)
huh who knew?
I didn't realize my neck was smug... I guess it's a whole body sensation. Again, I am sincerely sorry.
Feb. 9th, 2010 03:09 pm (UTC)
Re: huh who knew?
yeah, OK, misplaced modifier for the win.

And you know that, as usual, I'm exaggerating slightly for effect.
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Feb. 9th, 2010 04:11 pm (UTC)
Now, if you're bored, I highly recommend this post on the subject of roommates which coincidentally showed up on my friends list this morning. I was so busy being growly that despite the humor label, I was most of the way through before I got it, and had to start over.
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