tapping foot
Okay. i’ve been patient. i’ve been sweet, and cajoling and hopeful. i’ve ached and wanted and yes, i’ve even cried. i’ve nudged and hinted and waited, been fed a tidbit here or there. i’ve resolved to be strong and i’ve crumbled in the face of that resolution.
i’ve been all those things and more.
But now you’re just pissing me off.




They are so, so very good at that, aren’t they?
~ yours in pissed off-ness,
Beth
PS do you suppose there’s a school where they learn it? Or does it come naturally? Heh.
Beth,
They’re not as good as they think they are. Or, at least, they’re not as untouchable as they think they are.
And no. There’s no school. It comes naturally. And then the fuckers hone it.
Bah.
elise
Untouchable? *smiles very, very faintly* No, no they’re not that.
Are we the whet stones, then, on which they hone their skills? Goodness, what an analogy …
~Beth
An excellent analogy. ~smile~
elise
But have you been all of those things long enough to satisfy?
Quite obviously, i have not. ~wry look~
elise
Sounds as if we’re beyond pouting this time, hmm?
Quite.
elise