Hello, gentle reader.
At the moment I'm figuring that whatever I say may cause unnecessary drama. A former acquaintance recently posted a TEH FRENZ ONLIE OMFG entry about being jealous over her boyfriend/friend/fucktoy dating someone else. She bemoaned the bouts of jealousy and how he would give attention to this other woman and make her feel completely invisible. Either way I'm incapable of feeling any sympathy for this individual especially since this entry only serves to show she's a lying piece of redneck trash.
Now about me. Unnecessary drama coming from mentioning this and making raddidge feel uncomfortable. The possibility of being removed from that friends list and not being able to follow the sordid little tale. No, it's not serialized unless you feel once every ninety days is serialization.
Schadenfreude is a good thing and a bad thing. An aspect of myself that I should be distanced from in order to be a better person. Yet there's satisfaction which comes from someone experiencing what I felt and put myself through during a very stupid and confused time. This individual never understood where I was coming from and would take a holier-than-thou attitude.
Goodness, what an awful entry. Them's the breaks when I'm writing off the top of my head with an imminent deadline.
Summertime and the living is easy. Some chick in a classic powder blue car drove through my backyard and knocked out a section of fence which separated me from the meth clinic. She opened the car door and backed up from the scene. She was dressed for summer and didn't leave much to the imagination yet retained some modesty. I know this is contradictory but it made sense the other night.
The rest of the dream involved a convoy of barefoot female cyclists zipping through the backyard, through the fence, across the meth clinic's wee parking lot and down the alleyway. Now and again a few would stop, inspect their bikes only to hop back on and continue about their merry way.
