carnelian

On my way to work today I eagerly awaited a particularly important phone call. My phone never rang. I hoped my boss would call to inform me that I was fired and demand that I never return to xenon. Then I would speak ever so cheerfully and let her know what a rotten piece of shit she is. I went to work just the same as I have for the past six months. The odd mixture of feelings pain pleasure discomfort submission all reminds me of anal sex. I think I want to leave this partner.
My birthday is coming. The twentieth marks my 23rd year of breathing. Wish I did more.