What Time Is It?

There's that annoying buzzing again. What fucking time is it? Six a.m.? I've had to have heard that buzzing at least four times now... It's not my alarm clock. What the hell is it? Ugh, the laundry. My favorite.

It is too early for this shit. Mmmm, these clothes are so warm. As I press this cotton shirt against my face I feel your warmth against me. I wish you were here, ah, it smells like you. How? How does this smell like you after being put in the laundry with the detergent? Do you smell like my detergent? It's probably because you have washed your clothes here for so long. Of course, of course you'd smell like my detergent after using it for five years in a row. Now what do you smell like? Her detergent? Did she pick it out for you or was it a group effort? Your clothes probably smell like dog since you guys felt the need to immediately adopt Bruzer right after you left me. It's heartwarming, actually, that you took my dog and then got another one anyway. No big deal, why would I miss my own puppy anyway? Wait, why do I have your shirt in the first place? And why am I washing it? This should be in the fire pit with the rest of the shit of yours that now lays in smoky ashes. Is this the last thing of yours that I own? I sure hope so. Oh no... wait, there's always my heart... but that basically lies in the pit of ashes as well. But don't worry, I'm happy for you. you deserve her anyway. What do I have to offer? I've now lost my job, my dog, my boyfriend, my will to live and my dignity. Those five years didn't mean anything to me either. The hundreds of dollars I spent on your birthday party that was going to be... oh, look at that, today! Yeah, your surprise 30th birthday party at The Plaza. It's no big deal, though... they don't give refunds and I didn't need those last hundreds of dollars that could possibly save me. It was considerate of you in the end to leave me with nothing knowing that I had no job and was losing everything of mine as is. And please, please enjoy that new iTouch I bought for you for your promotion regardless of the fact that you were making thousands more than me a year now, and I was still in debt. It's okay, you can keep it. But, hey, don't feel bad. Not that you would anyway. You guys are probably having the great morning sex that we never had since you were always "too tired" and then late for work. You also would say, "Why would you want to mess up the clean, smooth sheets you just so nicely made for us? Let's wait until tonight." But tonight never came. I suppose it's because all of the weight I put on after I realized you were cheating on me. It's really, really fine. But hey, that reminds me that I need to get new detergent.

What fucking time is it?