Friday, April 27, 2007

Bang. Head. On. Wall.

Hm? Oh, sorry about that. It's been a weird few days. Weird, weird, weird. WEIRD.

I could just keep saying weird over and over, but I'll stop. In the interest of giving y'all some sort of clue as to what's going on, I'll suffice to say that, as seems to be a common, unifying fact of my life, I'm a chick magnet for the absolute wrong kind of chick.

On the bright side, "confoundedly unavailable" is a step and a half above "emotionally manipulative psychotic". Possibly even two full steps. All I know is it makes me wistful for "everpresent nutjob". Which is enough to make me ready to join a monastary.

Bitch, bitch, moan, moan, you know the drill.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Dad said...

I thought at first you said "confoundedly available," which seems paradoxical at first but can make sense after awhile.

Don't forget, I'm coming to New Rochelle this weekend. No house crawls till I get there.

4/30/2007 7:44 AM  
Anonymous Odessa said...

Good for people to know.

11/10/2008 10:25 AM  

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