I have been soooo happy single lately. Soooo very happy. Perfectly in balance. Whenever I do get tangled with some man, it's only trouble. Two times out of three I tend to lure someone who just wants to have fun on the side, while he pursues his real romantic interest. What the heck advertises me as such easy going, carefree flake? Is it that I'm now getting into my thirties, still single, professional (when I choose to work that is) - does that scream I WANT NO RELATIONSHIP, PLEASE SCREW ME AND THEN RUN ALONG TO GREENER PASTURES? Or perhaps it's the EASTERN EUROPEAN SLUT tattoo I have running across my forehead... (I did give myself a serious haircut yesterday and have serious bangs now. Tattoo covered. Whatsername with that scarlet letter should have thought of that, too!)
Gaaaaaaaaah. I sure hope none of the concerned will find this post, but what the heck do I care. Just felt like venting. I've been needing to, but didn't dare, since I'm surrounded by (the concerned) geeks (and they ain't no better than the rest of dem scumbags!!!). Grrrrrr.
Whew. That felt damn good. I'm all done and peachy now
*Disclaimer: this post might include just ever so slight exaggerations, but whoever cares to point that out I WILL BITE HIS HEAD OFF!!!!!