Ah, these days are hard, women are ticked at me, not sure how you can tell but helcat is angry, and another dissatisfied woman rests in the nether regions of Virginia, and I sit, resting sure in the knowledge that I am, indeed, the easiest man in the world to break up with.

The funeral of my grandma went as well as possible. I wanted to say something at the mass, but I was cowardice. Still, the family mourned, and I did too.

And rejections from glimmertrain. And endless traffic snarls on I95, I270, US 15, I81, I495, and others.

And the wait for a left turn on-

She's in Denver dumping me-

no time, no foooooooooooooooooooooooooo

time, so to watch some TV, then wake up in nine hours, put on a suit, and ride the shuttle bus, grinning, convinced that for all the undeserved dumps I've endured -K,MT,A,MS,JP,HELCAT, et. al., I, arms akimbo, am undeterred.

I must learn Mandarin Chinese, I have expensive shoes, and I don't take my self so seriously as ANY of those fruitloop ex-chicas.


HOW DOES IT FEEL, TO TREAT ME LIKE YOU DO?
HOW NOW DOES IT FEEL?