I guess living next to a restaurant means I need to accept that having my windows open is an invitation for those tiny little irritating flies that somehow manage to wriggle through the screening.

So... he's gonna toss her out on the street now that he knows she's fucked in the head. How noble is that?

What long strange night that was ( Read more... )

Well let’s see… It’s 2014. So far this year I haven’t smoked a pack of cigarettes in less than two days. I haven’t slept with any married women (or unmarried women). It’s 2:45 in the morning and I’m sober, completely. I even paid off my latest car loan BEFORE the car has broken down again (imagine that ( Read more... )

The main reason I despise Walmart, at the moment, is because they apparently don’t feel the need to make sure that the entrances to their parking lots are salted or sanded so that customers don’t slide over the median whilst attempting to patronize one of their stores ( Read more... )

Can I help it if many of the women I seem to attract are married? That's not my fault. I swear it's not.

This time it's a woman I knew as a child attending elementary school, junior high, & high-school.

I don't feel like naming her without prior authorization, but it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out her name.

`Tis my fate (& stuff)

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I haven't seen her in nearly six months. I suppose Bob is probably wondering how she still gets so many bruises ( Read more... )

....and we're still discussing my ex and how it is unhealthy for me to still love her after everything I've learned. I explained that I believe she is mentally ill and has been plagued with consequences germane to borderline personality disorder. I think it would be unfair not to consider such things.

Damn Tressie! What the hell?

I “googled” the deceased victim's name and found something somewhat pertinent to the case, but I have no clue as to what happened. Tressie and two of her children are on my FaceBook, but I haven't seen any of them in ten years or more.

This sends chills down my spine.

There are moments when I ruminate and ponder past relationships. I contemplate my shortcomings and critical judgments. When it's all said and done, I would prefer to know the truth concerning someone rather than wonder where their identity ends and the illusions begin ( Read more... )