Now that I'm down and out, with only "bummer" to my name, I get to spend more time le'favourite woman (forcefully nagging her to take me out). I've grown to be too dependent, attention-seeking, or downright shameless to cut the chase. Grunts when I am not in her plan, tomorrow.
She gets on my nerves, no doubt. She'd argue otherwise, even more so. I say she's fat, she calls me ugly. Then again, who'd give in to my whines, fusses and make awkward poses just cos I demand a laugh. We bend over and ache from laughing at how silly she is, together.
Now, what would I do without this woman?
Love,
Your Ugly Human.
