Death is always an option.
Feb. 9th, 2010 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
collacentaurThere 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?
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?
