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suavely deranged

  • Oh, SNAP(chat)

    Nope, didn't chase the IPO. I think I used the app once, though. When it drops to $10 or $12, I'll take a look.

     

    I do think founder Evan should seriously consider changing his name to Der Spiegel, though.

  • The Tinder (And The Damage Done)

    So, riddle me this, Emily Post, what's the etiquette when your ex (who you still want as an FWB) pops up on your Tinder feed? Left or right?

     

    So, I've discovered that, after the pain of losing cash moneys on non-cancellable events after the ex kicked me to the curb, the best thing for your humble narrator is to stick to banging the unavailable.

    To wit:

    - the married woman from 8+ hours away who unilaterally has decided I'm the one she should cheat with yet requires validation that she is, in fact, worthy of cheating with me; I know, it happens to every guy

     

    - the non-monogamous ADD bisexual sub who seems to have a higher number with women than I do - respect

     

    Looking around to see conclusions, and because Ms. Hyde may or may not have read the mess herein, her sending me curbside may have been the best thing to happen to the both of us. And have your daughter call me, yo!

  • I Hate Feeling Like This

    Or, you know, pretty much anyfuckingthing. It's what I get for having my heart tattooed on my arm.

     

    It's been dark days, like Dylan Thomas fucking dark, around the Manor of late. Had to travel for work for a week, which contributed to not 1 but 2 failures. Because 5 days in girl time is like 5 months in dog years. Or whatever. And ever. Amen.

     

    So dark that I've been IM'ing with someone I knew in junior high. Because I appreciated the ego boost of being cyberstalked.

     

    So My Darkest Days that I texted the chick I hate fucked after Jacqueline Hyde (sound it out, it'll come to y'all) kicked me curbside. Blindside style. It's her birthday tomorrow. I hate that I remember that. Although, to be fair, there are like 6 or 7 other birthdays and such that happen to my people in November. 

    And I hate that I'm the stand up guy that's going to text her a happy birthday. I really need better role models. Of the more toxic variety. Do apply within.

     

    So I'm back again, listening to peppy pop concoctions and trying to find a better state. And venting. Again, no support group. I haven't been sleeping well the past couple of months and tomorrow's going to be a tough day. On the upside, I'm totally going to save on x-mas gifts. So there's that.

     

    Peace out, y'all. Be good and be safe.