As Kurt Vonnegut said, so it goes. The second attempt for me. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." So endeth the foolin'. Although I still love much of the Pyromania album.
The day has rolled with three sharp corners. Okay, two and a half. First, my roomie pecked at my mental fabric until I broke down. Truly, if I knew you were comin' I'd'a locked the door, broke ass, run away...
Next came the photo debacle. I showed Lassie (as she shall now be known, for she is NO feline) an old picture of my son. It was a decent picture, no nudity. Nothing inappropriate. Mr. Newself freaked, then Lassie responded like a trip-hammer.
Final thoughts? Fuck them. Lassie has never said one nice thing to me. Not ever. And I keep emails. Newself can reinvent his ass ad nauseum. Fuck 'em, Bucky.
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