worshipped

"I miss our phonecalls" he had said.

it's around 10 pm when I take a break from my book to give him what he wants.

"oh heyyy" he goes "I had just kicked the neighbour out."

I chuckle.

"this is kinda freaky... you seem to know what I'm up to all the time" says he.

"yeah, I'm a psychic" I reply. "and I have placed cameras all over your place. I'm kinda tired tonight, so my brain is about to fall asleep."

"but that's great! so you're coming down to my nether regions!" that's him again. "so you already know I was up to some pretty nasty stuff earlier on today."

he babbles on about how hot it is in his place, how he's sweating his bum off and has problems sleeping at night because of that. I point out that sleeping in a longsleeved, longlegged pajama doesn't really help as he's already a high-temp source himself. he should go to other people's houses and sell himself as a heating/radiator.

"naaww, lately I sleep naked!"

oh thanks a lot, I so needed to know that! NOT!

a couple of minutes pass by with me making him laugh. he claims I'm the queen, the empress, whom he worships...

oh yeah? if that's the case... then why the hell won't you drop your pants and get me on my back? if you think I'm so great, then why do keep on insulting me? I'm not that horrible. stop being such a child, man!

let's just get it behind us and friggin' do it, this whole issue annoys me.