Girlfriend

Once again, I have a girlfriend.

She's sweet, but older than me. And she's definitely showing her age.

She does the one thing that Fat Julie or Melonaise would never do for me, not in a million years:

Treat me the way I want to be treated.

I suppose it serves as a small comfort before the terror begins.

Seven years, and in its time, no flesh shall be spared.

I wish I had met her sooner in life.