Merciful

Well, here we are.

                                                                      Full circle.


                                                                I was crestfallen.


                                                                     Then angry.

     And now I've come to be saddened, remorseful, and really hoping you are equally tortured    
                                                 and willing to put us both out of our misery.






                                                                                                  Show some mercy,

Please make your move.

Althought it's nice to be thought of...

Receiving the text,  "wyd now?" [read: 'what (are) you doing now?'], at 3:01am can only translate to: "sex me, please, yes?"

Quinto was right

It's probably never a good sign when your quick-witted, equally blunt, 'guys'-guy' of a friend 1) calls you on your crazy-girl shit and 2) is right by the advise he gives you.


All right, I give up. I'll listen more often. Just don't let this post go to your head...

Check, please?

So apparently, in a mistaken effort to help my friend "score" last night, the waitress advised him not to warn me upon my return how strong she made my drink. I can only imagine what she said, but I'm sure it was along the lines of "Consented to or not, someone's gettin' lucky tonight!" 




I think he still gave her a good tip...

Prince charming is horseshi-

Dear Fairy Tales,

I believe your story of Aladdin is the most accurate as far as attractive men with wealth finding his one true love and doing everything in his (and his gini's) power to win her over.

It's been my personal experience that the "prince", who may be charming, is rarely after one damsel in distress, sleeping beauty, or headstrong princess.  It's more or less like 'all of the above', plus any supporting maidens, probably a few other leading ladies from other stories, maids, extras, the evil witch; that whore, Sarah (I hate that skank), and so on and so forth until the end of time....


I understand you stories are to delight youngsters and fill their hearts with hope....but please provide some sort of exit interview from childhood so we can save a lot of headache and heartache in our later years.

Thanks.


Warmest Regards.

Open relationships

Get the fuck outta here with that mess! If I'm gonna be crazy jealous because I see you with another girl, I'm gonna need  a reason for my jealousy (i.e. feelings of betrayal, mistrust, etc.) so that my jealousy makes sense (maybe not may actions thereafter, but I digress). I can't have that satisfaction in knowing I'm not irrational if the opening agreement is "I can bone whom I want when I want and you have no say in my actions. You do, however, get the adorable pet names and to put up with my bullshit when I'm not being tolerable."

Fuck. That.

Be not surprised when I walk away, middle finger to you and your jackass ways.


-Cheers

Riding out the storm.

So I can't be that much of an ingrate because he did take me in from the storm that passed through the east coast recently, but I will bring this exchange to light. You see, my dear friend and podcast partner, Quinto, agreed to put me up (and drive me to work if need be?! What?! Yes, ladies, he is single) for a few days if where I lived lost power and/or if public transit was suspended a few more days. His one condition? "Bring snacks" he replied. Obviously, the day before the storm, there were slim pickins at the local general store.  I grabbed what I could and headed over to his place. Here's what he had to say about my selection:

Quinto: [grimaces] I have an allergy to generic brand food products, so I'll have to pass.

Me:[pauses. blinks. replies:]...I hate you.


Day one of storm refugee. We were off to a great start.