A letter from my friend
Recently I was bored of caring about my lack of money so I decided to switch to different ideas and write a letter to a friend asking after her, I asked her about her man too, and well... she replied this:
I’m afraid of arriving home and catching up with all household duties... I guess I’ll find tones of garbage stored in the kitchen, tones of dirty clothes ready for the laundry... And an absolutely empty fridge (of course).
... and I got home. Well, I would happily have done away with myself, but I thought twice and, at last, I decided to do away with him, you know, stop using him as a lover and getting rid of all those ugly and stupid things of him spread away all over my home...
... but... why not doing away with him... literally? Would it be a crime? Would it be possibly against humane or divine laws to do away with such... kind of...
Well, I decided I could use some external help, and I got on to WUTTTO (Women Up To Their Tits) Organization. After a short summary of the situation, a team of experts began studying my case... After weeks working hard on it, they came up with a solution: We both would get on to local TV with the story. And we did.
We never really looked out for each other. Well, we did it often in the mist of dust and dirt that covered up my appartment since he moved there, but I mean that he just looked out for himself, and so did I. We both put up with, but we didn’t really like each other.
We began to run up against the other’s awful character, personality and behaviour too soon. I was always keeping on at him to sort his garbage away, and he kept on at me about my loud snoring too often, and rudely, by the way.
Because of his devilish charm, women in TV studios stood up for him. Even WUTTTO members seemed to agree with that monster!
It was extremely frustrating... Who can I get on to now? Mrs. Elena Francis? Mr. Jiménez del Oso? Both are unfortunately dead!
... Well, the local Zen Guru? The local Priest? An exorcist? The Pope, maybe?
Oh, Immigration Office could possibly get on to him! if I am able to demonstrate that he is really an Incubous, and thus a Hell illegal immigrant, instead of the Spanish citizen he pretends... But, how could I possibly prove that?
So, listen to me carefully, my dear, hopeful and innocent little ladies, while you are yet in time, and Watch out for evil hidden under most charming words and attractive smilings!... and watch out for any good-hearted man hidden under a dullest or extremely boring appearance...
I’m talking for experience... Listen to me! Just watch our for it and them!
(C)2008 - Macarena Rojo González
I’m afraid of arriving home and catching up with all household duties... I guess I’ll find tones of garbage stored in the kitchen, tones of dirty clothes ready for the laundry... And an absolutely empty fridge (of course).
... and I got home. Well, I would happily have done away with myself, but I thought twice and, at last, I decided to do away with him, you know, stop using him as a lover and getting rid of all those ugly and stupid things of him spread away all over my home...
... but... why not doing away with him... literally? Would it be a crime? Would it be possibly against humane or divine laws to do away with such... kind of...
Well, I decided I could use some external help, and I got on to WUTTTO (Women Up To Their Tits) Organization. After a short summary of the situation, a team of experts began studying my case... After weeks working hard on it, they came up with a solution: We both would get on to local TV with the story. And we did.
We never really looked out for each other. Well, we did it often in the mist of dust and dirt that covered up my appartment since he moved there, but I mean that he just looked out for himself, and so did I. We both put up with, but we didn’t really like each other.
We began to run up against the other’s awful character, personality and behaviour too soon. I was always keeping on at him to sort his garbage away, and he kept on at me about my loud snoring too often, and rudely, by the way.
Because of his devilish charm, women in TV studios stood up for him. Even WUTTTO members seemed to agree with that monster!
It was extremely frustrating... Who can I get on to now? Mrs. Elena Francis? Mr. Jiménez del Oso? Both are unfortunately dead!
... Well, the local Zen Guru? The local Priest? An exorcist? The Pope, maybe?
Oh, Immigration Office could possibly get on to him! if I am able to demonstrate that he is really an Incubous, and thus a Hell illegal immigrant, instead of the Spanish citizen he pretends... But, how could I possibly prove that?
So, listen to me carefully, my dear, hopeful and innocent little ladies, while you are yet in time, and Watch out for evil hidden under most charming words and attractive smilings!... and watch out for any good-hearted man hidden under a dullest or extremely boring appearance...
I’m talking for experience... Listen to me! Just watch our for it and them!
(C)2008 - Macarena Rojo González