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Diary of a Mad Addict
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Frustrated I began to shake my wrist and rattle the metal against metal, and just before I was about to pull and tug on the towel rack I heard K bellow from the kitchen . . .
“You ***** pull that rack from its hinges or crack the tile or dent the dry wall I will come in there and pepper spray you after I throw a glass of grape juice all over your piece of ***** white tank top. Then I will give a shovel so you can just dig your own grave. So just stop it you moron.”
(DAMN . . . SHE SOUNDS REALLY REALLY PISSED)
That’s when I dropped to the floor, sitting and thinking and methodically banging my head on the wall. Slowly and rhythmically I dropped my head forward then tilted it backward hitting the wall with a barely audible but annoyingly constant THUD. . . . . THUD . . . . THUD . . .
To say the least, I was bored — without-a-doubt- motherfuckin bored. If there was one thing K had insisted upon in the construction of our house, it was that the rooms be spacious, stark, yet simple and functional. The bathroom was no exception. The place was HUGE with a great old sunken tub surrounded by built-in-the-tile shelving. Embedded in the wall directly across from the tub was a full size flat screen high definition flat screen TV which we watched religiously as we soaked and bathed either together or individually.
There was even a mobile folding tray, similar to the ones used in hospitals, which K had concocted in case one or both of us wanted to use the computer while bathing. The tray was low to the ground and could easily be manipulated and positioned right in front of your chest as you sat in the tub. Since we had a wireless connection, the chances of us getting electrocuted from a computer falling into bathwater were nil. Nonetheless, K had cleverly devised a safeguard – a small retractable shelf under the tray which could be extended on both sides to catch the computer or any other miscellaneous item which we might put on that tray.
As I sat and lightly banged my head, I began recalling more memorable moments with K. I remember those numerous Sunday evenings after our weekly ritual of “***** around the house” just melting away in a whirlpool of warm bubbles wrapped up in each other’s bodies watching the L-word. This was one of our favorite places to get into those heated discussions about the show, me ripping Bette or what the ***** was up with Jenny – or what direction the show seemed to be taking – the lack of personalities and character development – the agonizingly painful lack of Bette-***** and the craving of more Carmen.
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Beach – You are awesome girl please don’t stop this story…you crack me up along with the sadness that you are realizing the love of you life is with you every day. Thanks for revealing ‘The ONE’ to us. I think Sea is ‘The One’ for me but I have not read chases story but will begin today. keep up the great work girl….
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat…ah, you get the idea; would keep me from seeking out the ONE. You know the one…the one who makes my sides split with laughter…the one who makes me cry and howl because she’s loonier than a hooker with a yeast infection on Saturday night…that’s right beachy, and why you ask? Let us count the ways, shall we?
““You fuckin pull that rack from its hinges or crack the tile or dent the dry wall I will come in there and pepper spray you after I throw a glass of grape juice all over your piece of shit white tank top. Then I will give a shovel so you can just dig your own grave. So just stop it you moron.”
(DAMN . . . SHE SOUNDS REALLY REALLY PISSED)
“There was even a mobile folding tray, similar to the ones used in hospitals, which K had concocted in case one or both of us wanted to use the computer while bathing.”
“Come on, K, I am sorry that I said you gave me herpes,”
“(FUCK, HERE IT COMES . . THE “BUT” . . . THE LECTURE . . . THE SPEECH . . . THE PART I DON’T UNDERSTAND . . )” LMAO!
“Little did I know as I kicked started the bike that my wife and my shrink had been conspiring to plan a surprise birthday party for my big “40” next week. Little did I know as I zoomed out of the driveway, not looking back that every single person I knew in my life would be there. Little did I know as I rounded the corner which lead to the highway that I knew so little . . . .”
See what I mean? TBC maybe? Oh I don’t think so. I’d click my way through China as long as a beachnut story was waiting for me at the end of the cyber tunnel. Keep em comin ya nut.
…..WOW talented. That is one uniquely great piece, I love it, please continue?….
This story cracks me up. Why does it take u so long to post? Lovin it, make it sooner rather than later…. please.
OMG, a T6beach story that has left me sad? WTF? And to top it all off, now you tell me I’m the one, after all these months? Oy, you better come back with another chapter and make this right Beachie! BTW, that was a kick ass chapter.
Hey that’s was so Great Please continue I Love it Please Post soon I’m still catching up.
Hey Beach…I will call you soon…I swear!! It’s about time you outed Chase and told everyone that she is THE ONE!!! Do you know how hard that secret has been to keep?! Great chapter…totally funny, yet sad at the same time. I’m with hunty 38…why the hell does it take you so long to post!!??