MMVI!!!!
Happy 2006, mother fuckers!
I started 2006 on a depressing note...tipsy and watching Dick Clark, whose age has caught up with him in the worst of ways. I couldn't understand 45% of what he said and he was two seconds ahead on the countdown. And then he kissed his wife, and the shot immediately went to Ryan Seacrest standing next to Mariah Carey. She seemed about twelve feet tall standing next to him, and her breasts seemed like they were ready to pounce. "Run, Ryan!!! Seacrest OUT!!!"
I want to inform any DePauvinites that I will be coming up on the 20th, so mark your calenders, and pack your bags!!! Wait, scratch that last one.
Secondly, it's good news for you my loyal reading public, because on the third I turned from my lovely-dovey, oh-so-smitten ways and returned to my reign of bitter queendom. I'm single again, folks. I got the "it's-not-you-it's-me-oh-and-let's-just-be-friends" speech. And a needlessly long hug. To quote my sassy coworker Sharonda: "He did not hug you!!!" But to be honest, I kind of saw it coming, and had already prepared myself. The last few times we did hang out, it was more like friends anyway. So, perhaps we can be friends? Well, at least, I'll have someone to go out to gay bars with.
~Pfft! Damon
I started 2006 on a depressing note...tipsy and watching Dick Clark, whose age has caught up with him in the worst of ways. I couldn't understand 45% of what he said and he was two seconds ahead on the countdown. And then he kissed his wife, and the shot immediately went to Ryan Seacrest standing next to Mariah Carey. She seemed about twelve feet tall standing next to him, and her breasts seemed like they were ready to pounce. "Run, Ryan!!! Seacrest OUT!!!"
I want to inform any DePauvinites that I will be coming up on the 20th, so mark your calenders, and pack your bags!!! Wait, scratch that last one.
Secondly, it's good news for you my loyal reading public, because on the third I turned from my lovely-dovey, oh-so-smitten ways and returned to my reign of bitter queendom. I'm single again, folks. I got the "it's-not-you-it's-me-oh-and-let's-just-be-friends" speech. And a needlessly long hug. To quote my sassy coworker Sharonda: "He did not hug you!!!" But to be honest, I kind of saw it coming, and had already prepared myself. The last few times we did hang out, it was more like friends anyway. So, perhaps we can be friends? Well, at least, I'll have someone to go out to gay bars with.
~Pfft! Damon