pizza woman thinks i am a slut
2002-11-03 ~ 2:17 p.m.

i am back...see, now i feel all self conscious for whittling away my time here...

oh...that feeling passed!

now...moving on. this one is for comrade...

comrade and i ordered a pizza for breakfast...cause the game is on and pizza is called for.

so, the usual delivery woman comes to the door. she knows me now, because i order pizza like sandra bullock in the net movie. the first few times...there was a hint of gaydar beeping in the back of my mind.

so today...comrade opens the door cause she has the money and i am standing in the background with the dogs...

we are both straight out of bed, with bed hair and flannel, the game on loud...there is a comment about the game and pizza woman leaves with a smirk.

i am suddenly reminded of many mornings/afternoons like this...

where pizza woman has delivered food to find me and some woman standing at the door with bed hair and flannel...

and there may have been times when it was questionable...but when you got two card carrying butches standing at the door with one eye on the food and the other on the game...well yeah, we all play softball. hahaha

and it really isn't like that at all...but i now fear that pizza woman must think i am a slut. and comrade is chanting it because she is mean. this will turn in to a complex. and dammitt...if i were sleeping with my friends, that might mean i would have had sex recently...you think?

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