This was one of those horrible energy vampires that just sucked everything from you, and I had a LOT of energetic youth and beauty, she was all about the DARK SIDE, just a skanky ho dressed up as an intellectual, and if I had even one little moment of wondering if I should, I just read her Facebook quote and then that just settled it.
What a pretentious twat.
(what I also love is that she made nothing of herself.)
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
IF I COULD, I WOULD!
Are you in need of a house boy or a personal pet ? Someone to scrub your floors or vaccum or wash your car or kiss your ass or do whatever you say ? I am a clean safe and sane white male ready to serve one special strict dominant high heeled white Queen .. send pic w reply
Friday, August 19, 2011
"I had a feeling you were going to say that"
Is what she said when I told her my marriage was over.
There was so much love in her voice when she told me how sorry she was.
Every time I tell someone, it's another brick in the wall.
But how tragic that the one person I "can't" tell is the little girl who lives with us.
She knows.
Of course she knows.
There was so much love in her voice when she told me how sorry she was.
Every time I tell someone, it's another brick in the wall.
But how tragic that the one person I "can't" tell is the little girl who lives with us.
She knows.
Of course she knows.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
MY RIVENED HEART
Yes, my heart has been rivened. Is rivened? I just learned the word, "riven" from a chain of links that took me form the New York Times Book Review to a video game called, "Riven." But my heart has not been videogamed. It's been rivened: split, torn to pieces. And not by a romance gone sour, not even by a far-flung fling. My heart has been split by my fucking COUSIN.
I know, right?
How prosaic is THAT?
(actually, despite my lofty vocab, I'm not even really sure what prosaic means; it just sounded right at the mo')
Of all the people to make my heart hurt, I never thought, even for one moment, that it would be my cousin Buzz. And perhaps that's why it hurts so much. Buzz hasn't just been my cousin, but also my best friend for many, many years. He danced at my wedding.
We took naughty pictures at the wax museum!
We ate at so many cheap diners!
We've danced at so many places!
We shared a cheap hotel room in Indiana.
In fact, I flew out to Indiana to see him and visit him in his Ultimate Loneliness!
Imagine being a Gay, Jewish man in Terre Haute, Indiana!
Oh, the aching loneliness!
So, back when I was a woman of semi-independent means and could afford such things, I hopped a jet from LAX and met him there, and oh, the fun we had!
And now.....
now he has dumped me like....
like I wasn't his best friend, closest confidant and biggest fan.
What a fuck pig.
I know, right?
How prosaic is THAT?
(actually, despite my lofty vocab, I'm not even really sure what prosaic means; it just sounded right at the mo')
Of all the people to make my heart hurt, I never thought, even for one moment, that it would be my cousin Buzz. And perhaps that's why it hurts so much. Buzz hasn't just been my cousin, but also my best friend for many, many years. He danced at my wedding.
We took naughty pictures at the wax museum!
We ate at so many cheap diners!
We've danced at so many places!
We shared a cheap hotel room in Indiana.
In fact, I flew out to Indiana to see him and visit him in his Ultimate Loneliness!
Imagine being a Gay, Jewish man in Terre Haute, Indiana!
Oh, the aching loneliness!
So, back when I was a woman of semi-independent means and could afford such things, I hopped a jet from LAX and met him there, and oh, the fun we had!
And now.....
now he has dumped me like....
like I wasn't his best friend, closest confidant and biggest fan.
What a fuck pig.
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