soapboxdiner

Confidence for Sale

I only wish I understood why the Man has such a hard time with me having hobbies. Why, I wonder, does he feel so threatened by me being right down the hall, in the office, playing a game or writing on here? Why does the act of me checking my bank account and doing my taxes cause in him such anxiety and frustration that he feels he needs to get up from the SuperBowl to snarkily comment, 'That computer gets all orgasms in this house.'

Well, fucking Yeah. It sure as hell gets more than I do. I haven't . . .

Well, we don't need to go there. It just really baffles me that a 50 year old man can be so threatened, and I'm right down the hall.

6:56 am - 02.05.07
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