Betty

Seriously I am losing hope. Also seriously, the black hole is changing colour. And also, patience is a virtue I do not possess. Oh yes I can just see you nodding your head, but then again I get confused between virtuous and virtual. And I'm neither. And it's a monologue, and it's ok. I think Betty Boop is all about monologue. She's not like Barbie with her on and off Jim boyfriend. She's on her own, provocative and kinky. She needs a man. And no, as much as I love her I'm not giving her mine, she can find her own. I don't share. I need the glucose, the lactose, the everything-ose, but never the overdose. Not now, not anymore. I try to run away from a rehab which could be virtual but isn't. We'll see. I have Betty on my side, a man on my side and no the two ain't going to be getting it on. Over my dead body.