Your dudes suck. Did you bottle-feed them so they all would be addicted to whiskey like crack? What did you put in the water that makes them lazy and liars? Did you secretly arrange a list of eligible ladies that are doled out upon any hot & eligible bachelor's arrival so that any possible hottie has that iron band around him like a fucking chastity belt(FYI-'CAUSE I RESPECT IT!)?
Oh, you ho. I hate dating. Date one went quite well before shit crashed and burned as the little personal gems seeped out during date two.
Attention Datable Men: Stories about how bars stopped "loving you" or how biker chicks are on your nuts and buying you drinks or that you spend about 4 hours a day at some shitty bar even I haven't visited aren't exactly the lines a lady needs to be wooed. Plus, you shouldn't be there if you lost your house, tool.
I should commend you for keeping it real, though. No need for months of frustrating calls and yearning for the sweet, sweet nectar of singlehood.
Monday, June 28, 2010
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Drunk Peguin
That is what I have looked like walking around. Or maybe a Fremont Park bum circa 2008-now they wander a 7 block radius and take Keystone showers in the alley. Anyway- this young whippersnapper broke her back, and it hurts like a MOFO. I took 3 days off to stay immoblie and not move, but this week called me back to work and now that I have the official doctor's word that it won't heal for weeks- I am fucking frustrated!! Dammit shoulda picked up a boyfriend to fetch me things and help me get up and sit down.
I can't even blog. I hurts much. I miss my bike very much.
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