winanrosa

she was a he,..sooo messy, everywhere there was a Blaze of disorder left trailing behind him of sprawled clothes,..papers askewed on the floor, toothpaste splashed around the sink,..sleeping with the computer,..telephone close by,..any calls to satisfy the pretty ugly moltuled being. ,..Omg the endless hours of having to hear him ramble on about his believes, never listening to anyone else, the ego was sooo blown out the roof, the continuous intervention of talking over me, over you, over and over, never listening, always rambling to the sound of ones own voice,.. What was I going to do with this human being,..he sat gazed and gazed upon hi