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These Boots Are Gonna Walk All Over You

I know it's (I replace he with it because I'm still not sure if "it's" human), has become a re-occuring theme as of late but I just can't seem to wrap my head around the many hats this creature wears.  Does everyone have an ex that smashes their phone to pieces to roundoff a night at a bar and then asks them to move in/pseudo-marry them the next day?  Or is it just myself and a few other disturbed individuals who are intrigued by the mentally dismantled...

Anyways, what's with all the guy emo-tweeting that's happening?  I am so turned-off by your hourly posts of vulnerability--just shut up already.  Thanks for adding to the narcissism epidemic that our generation is already suffering from.  At least my thoughts are in a blog and not clogging up your news feed taking space away from relevant things.  But then I think about it, and it just looks like everyone is so lonely.  All this access to the world and people couldn't feel more left out.  

This little lady graduated from my high school and I think her article reinforces my point pretty well.

http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/facebook-blues/story?id=12861315

That is all.

Ps.  I just checked my blog stats and should I be worried that approximately 30 people on continents that aren't North America have read my blog?  I didn't know I was going to be published internationally.  Score. 

Pps.  To these people, please don't come kill me or something.  I know a tend to be a sassy tart.

Thanks.

Breaking the Code

Recent testosterone installation will be called "Michael"...because...that is his name.

Bye-bye two year simultaneous relationship with two people (that knew about each other, mind you, I'm no hussy, it's an art) and a couple of "stand-ins" for when points were to be proven.

Or is it really bye-bye?  Recent text communications between unsaid ex and I, leave me in a shadow... Not the dark, per se, but in a tricky place.

You know the guy no person on earth wants you to be with? But you can't leave him alone because the thought of it makes you go "Ronnie" and suddenly give such a massive shit (the one Deanna apparently couldn't take) that you don't even recognize yourself?

Well, maybe that guy, the one you hate..is...my "Big".  It's exactly who you are thinking of, but the admittance of "Sapphire King's" name on blogspot is just a little too much to venture...especially because his crazy lawyer-ass will find some way to put this in the pre-nups, and let's face it, I can't be having that.

However, in hopes to push through this phase of disillusioned "changed" man dream (God, I love quotation marks), I will pursue nicer, younger, and equally successful prospects.  I want to like the nice guy, but what if I'm not nice enough to deserve or even tolerate him.  Then what?  Eaten by wild dogs.