Dear Conversatron,
I can't love you anymore, ever since you gave Al my peaches -- you know how they were my favorite. I guess I'm growing bitter... and you haven't been very funny lately, anyway. : -( But you know it isn't you, it's me, and we just want different things. And I'm tired of being hurt by you, Conversatron. When's the last time you did something nice for me? What about me and MY needs?! I'm CONSTANTLY catering to your every whim because, I thought, I loved you. I really need some time to myself right now too. Plus, the sex wasn't actually that good, I just made noise so you'd finish faster and get done.
You can keep your key or toss it, I already changed the locks, but I want my red sweater and that dildo back, you can send them to me at the office.
Allie
I can't love you anymore, ever since you gave Al my peaches -- you know how they were my favorite. I guess I'm growing bitter... and you haven't been very funny lately, anyway. : -( But you know it isn't you, it's me, and we just want different things. And I'm tired of being hurt by you, Conversatron. When's the last time you did something nice for me? What about me and MY needs?! I'm CONSTANTLY catering to your every whim because, I thought, I loved you. I really need some time to myself right now too. Plus, the sex wasn't actually that good, I just made noise so you'd finish faster and get done.
You can keep your key or toss it, I already changed the locks, but I want my red sweater and that dildo back, you can send them to me at the office.
Allie
