Ding-Dong the Witch Is (Not) Dead
The monkeys are flying again
They bring the doubts, the insecurity, the fear of abandonment
Who feeds you bastards??
The Wicked Witch is dead.
Or is she?
Maybe she is my alter ego.
She feeds you those everlasting tasty morsels of deceit, unfaithfulness, and verbal abuse,
And you take flight.
How do I clip your wings and keep you grounded forever?
Oh, Sexypants. It’s probably a little of each: you, based on the past experiences of the men who came before. Sounds like your previous guys were A LOT like my previous guys. I hope they all get preferred seating in hell.
HRH – I have to edit this post. . .wasn’t done with it, and was typing it on my phone. . . guess it’s what you’d call a fucked up phone post!! lol
Madame Weebles, HRH,
I hope you will read the updated version. As far as seating in hell goes, I might be headed there myself. I hope they serve beer!!
Aha! I can relate to both versions of this post, actually!
Glad you read the new version too!!
Mine only come out to feed at night. I worry and fret. Then I get up in the morning and couldn’t care less about all I worried about the night before.