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High Maintenance Bitch
By kiri | October 6, 2008
I must be high maintenance. That’s gotta be it.
…
I’m demanding.
Yeah, I said it.
I’m demanding you let me know when it may be an extended (more than two days) period of time before I hear from you again.
I’m demanding regular contact.
I don’t give two shits if I can only see you one night a week, just give me that one night a week.
And make it count!
Talk to me. Play with me. Pet me. Make me smile. Laugh with me.
Me! Me! ME! ME!!!!
Don’t pretend I’m not there until you’re ready to fuck.
Notice how I tell you I’ll call you back in just a sec and - shock of all shocks - I’m dialing your number in almost exactly three minutes?
I got off the phone with my favorite uncle for you!!!
If you miss me, damnit, take thirty seconds to send me a text telling me so.
Or take another thirty seconds, add it to the first, and call me!
Hey, I can’t talk. I just wanted you to know I miss you./I love you./I wanna fuck your brains out.
Something!
If you tell me you’re gonna get back to me, mother fucker, do it!
If we have plans to see each other, give me a damn good reason you’re backing out.
Better yet, don’t back out!
Cuddle me.
Kiss me from time to time.
Hug me like you’re happy as hell I’m there.
Fuck me silly and let me spoil you for however long we have.
Me! Me! ME! ME!!!
….
I’m horrible, ain’t I?
No, not all of this is on Carter’s shoulders. -smirks- Even if he is on my shit list right now.
(He better be sleeping. He better be sleeping well ’cause I won’t be. I’m horny as hell and almost outta batteries. -growls-)
I just…I dunno.
I don’t think I should have to ask for that kind of treatment.
And here lately, seems like nobody understands these basics. Nobody.
Nobody understands…what’s the word I’m looking for here…not common courtesy…consideration?…anymore.
I’m really not that hard to get along with.
Just a few very small things and I’m the happiest lil cunt you’ll ever find. I’ll damn near bend over backwards for you!
Deny me, though, and boy….
I start thinking back to the shit I just managed to work my way free of.
I start wondering why the hell I should even bother.
And I’m damn likely to say fuck you too and walk right the hell on.
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