Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Last Chance Saloon by Mariane Keyes
I'm glad, glad, I'm not going out with you anymore. You made me completely bloody miserable the whole goddamn time. You're a total sadist and I've met a lovely man at work, and he thinksh I'm fantashtic and I jusht want you to know that you needn't worry about me because I'm fine. Just fine. Got that? Fine. F.I.N.N. Never been happier, actual---" Beeep, as she went over the message time.