I woke up this morning to find another damned message on my cellphone, “I’m gone bye,” from Hannibal. Thursday night brought the usual weekly conversation about why I don’t want to shag him. I told him straight up, numerous times, that it’s because he treats me like an ugly girl. I was very clear that…
Slick has survived the grippa. I’m happy to finally know what’s going on, but apparently, facing mortality hasn’t made him appreciate me more. It’s okay. He’s not obligated to. It’s just that since I’m no longer giving anyone a break for cultural differences, the way he’s behaving since he thought he had me tells me…
[sc name="responsivevoice" ]I just found out last night that a friend (with benefits back when I didn’t know that “free love” meant guilt free use) of mine who “fell off the grid” after I woke up, didn’t go to India. That was something he just told me so that I wouldn’t worry about him when he…
Okay, it’s not another day, but here’s the story. Slick has earned it. Some things have happened that have made him stronger, and he’s handling things like he should have years ago. Even back then, he earned his stripes by not treating me like a dirty secret. He accused me of being obsessed for wanting…
Well, how ever weird this month has been, it must have done something good. Yesterday morning, my workout exploded. It’s like I can’t stop moving. There was the workout, work, posting a bit, working some more, then working out some more. I feel like myself again. Hopefully soon I’ll look like myself again too. It’s a…
You know those television shows where weird stuff happens, and the main character eventually figures out that they’re dead, in a box of animated dolls, or on a spaceship? Well, at the moment, I’m looking over my shoulder for large ant-like creatures with notepads or something. I just got a call from Vegeta, the stealth…