Displaced Ick

I Am Feeling Jealous of my flatmate’s telephonic coochie-cooing with his erstwhile live-in girlfriend. Erstwhile live-in, not erstwhile girlfriend. It’s all very convoluted. I seem to need a full-time unhealthy sexual politick obsession, and my last (dear and pink) one has just about run-out. Yet, thinking about this is so much more fun than Getting On With The Dissertation.
Gaah.