fucking crazy erotic women?

[Mickie]

I suppose I'm on the wrong tact, so --- where are the crazy wenches who are supposed to inhabit this place. My wife is working, and I'm left -- lonely -- at home, with children sleeping and nothing better to do with my time.

 

[Weevil]

Hold on, are you looking to fuck crazy erotic women or are you looking for erotic women who are fuckin' crazy?

 

[Mickie]

EBW -- both!!!!!

Crazy women. I like -- love-- em all!!!! If you have a diagnosis, then respond!!!

Mick

 

[Starfish]

Erotic woman that is fucking crazy..... Checking in!

 

[Mickie]

Hey Starfish, I tried to be sentimental and kind, but I got buried within twenty minutes. If you have a diagnosis, I'd be glad to tell you where your doctor went wrong. However, I didn't ask your opinion, so please, act like plankton and do not respond.

 

[cymbidia]

~looking at starfish in confusion~

Well, hell. If he didn't want us, why'd he call?

 

[Starfish]

I have yet to figure out what that was about?
*shrugs and slumps, meanders off in confusion.*

I'd follow me if I were you, Cym.

 

[Mickie]

Sorry, I suppose I could damn the rum. However, I assume to say I've gotten it all wrong. Please forgive.

I've lost my own thread, I need guidance. I'm far gone and only barely able to type correctly. Help a poor lonely soul. I apologize for any wrong typing and reading.

I need someone now. please respond.

 

[cymbidia]

~hanging onto a pseudopod and following starfish out, whispering, "He's just not acting right, you know?"~

... and the only two awake and reasonably alert fucking crazy erotic women exit stage left as the curtain drops.

 

[Mickie]

Ah., common gals! don't desert me in my hour (or minute) of need. !! I've been drinking. Please talk me though this!! I've only had a world of waste, and all I want to do is talk. This is the forum, or so I've been told.

Week of yelling, of telling me what I can and cannot do. Now she's off to work, and what do I do when she comes home? Do I suck her toes, give in, or do I try to be the MAN? Do I tell her all about the time she refused to tell me she loved ME? Or is it overdone and not masculine enough for a woman to hear?

I know, I asked for crazy, but I thought some real nutzo, some REAL human would respond.


Mick

 

[Starfish]

Bravo! Just Bravo!

We we're all so wonderful!!!

I applaud our amazing talents.

Mickie, you play an angry drunk so well.
I get soo moody and lowly
Cym just know her lines, and her actions are right on cue!


BRAVO!

Cast party anyone?

(it's okay Mickie, we all misread the meaning in peoples words at times. *hugs* Maybe we need to get some sleep. )

 

[Mickie]

Jesus, Starfish, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so ... abrupt. I only real the tag lines, and. for that, I really am sorry. I'm not so much of a malcontent as you might think.

Cym, thank you. I know I'm not acting right. I've had a hell of a weekl, what with tornadoes, and kids with real problems, and spouses with her own problems. Drunk or not, I do try to be realistic. Sometimes it leads me into more problems than not.

I apologize to all and should probably head to bed. However....


Me

 

[cymbidia]

Mick, if you really are drunk, if it really has been a miserable week of fighting, if she really is coming home soon and you don't know which tack to take...

i say maybe you should go to bed tonight and make her breakfast in the morning, complete with a rose across her breakfast tray, no fucking matter how bad your head hurts then.
b.

 

[Mickie]

Thanks, Cym. Really!
She isn't coming home for hours. Working, making money to make up for what I'm not making by staying home taking care of the kids and dealing with her financial fuck-ups. Hell. I love her. But if the world handed me a place without her right now I'd take it. It's only angst. I'll live though it.

Thank you, though. To tell the truth, this kind of place, where you could say what you want although no one really wants to hear it, is worth it's weight in gold.

Love you, cym, and thank you.

Mickie

 

[cymbidia]

Mick, you've talked before about the decision that you two made together to allow you to stay home to pursue writing full time. Now if that also includes taking care of the kids, such is life. However, it sounds as if a focus on your writing has gotten lost in here somewhere.

What happened to it?

In a marriage, there's always ups and downs; you know it already and so i'm not going there - it's WAY too boring. One thing is clear, you're in a down right now.

List O' Platitudes
It's always darkest before the light.
When life hands you lemons...
Sow's ear, silk purse.
Blah blah blah.

There's really only one thing you can do, here: rail at the gods for giving you such a wicked witch for a wife (i think that's what you're doing here, isn't it, railing?).

Then suck all the anger and distress in until you're rational enough (or not drunk, anyway) to discuss your disappointments with her clamly and not let the convo degenerate into sniper attacks or all-out thermonuclear war.


I know something about such hard weeks; you have my sympathy.

 

[Mickie]

Cym,
Thank you!@!! From my bottom to my heart, as my grandmother says...

First, She isn't a witch. Much as I'd love to classify her as such, she does too many things that promote what I want to do with my own life. Thank you, though, for your whole hearted support!

Much as I'd love to classify everything that goes wrong with my life as something someone else has done, it has been me, and only me, that has hurt myself in any measurable fashion.

Drunk or not, I would like to thank those who keep me on track. Cheryl, whisper, cym, and kimmie. women all, and women who know what it means to tell a man no.

thank you, all.

Me

 

[cymbidia]

Te nada, Mick.

And i gotta go to bed; my fingers are slow and hesitant about finding keys with which they've long been on intimate terms, a sure sign that my brain needs some downtime.

Good night.

 

[Mickie]

Nite Cym.

it's strange, how the world lets us hang onto the bad and the good gets buried.