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McDude's Kind of Coolquilling with the porn |
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� 2004-02-23 - 9:50 p.m. Last Tuesday the dancer called around 11:00 PM to ask if I left flowers outside her door. Of course I did no such a thing. Then she called back later asking if I was knocking on her door, which was physically impossible since I answered my home phone. She started talking about how she was scared about being by herself. I thought this was just a gag to get me to spend the night at her place. I told her if she was really scared to call the police and ended the conversation. Twenty minutes later the phone rang again. She said the police came and caught her ex-boyfriend trying to break into her apartment. Again she claimed to be scared. I don�t know whether to believe her or not. I believe her to some degree because her ex does sound like a freak. But the entire thing sounds fishy. I�ll have to check the police reports until I see the incident reported. If the incident is not in Thursday�s police report I�ll know she is lying. Benefits buddy thinks I am going to be murdered. Which would suck. Nothing is worse than being killed. Dieing of natural causes is much better. The ex called last Thursday night. She left a message on my answering machine at 4:00 PM. She knows I don�t get home from work until at least 5:30 PM. She should have just called me at work. But that is a different issue. I called her back and surprisingly she answered. It was the first time we had talked since mid-October. The conversation felt obligatory. We just gave updates on our families and friends. We told a couple of funny anecdotes about what we�ve been up to, however we excluded any information about anyone we might have been dating. I wanted to yell at her. I wanted to tell her that since we�ve broken up, I�ve been stood up, blown off, stuck in an elevator, stalked, harassed and blue balled. But I would also have to thank her. Thanks for the opportunity to legitimize my friendship with BB, thanks for the freedom to flirt any girl that pays attention to me, thanks for not making me watch all of the crappy movies that you are interested in, thanks for allowing me to brush off my conscience and go out binge drinking. The one-year anniversary of our break up was today. Of course what do you know I�m sick? I think it is seasonal depression weakening my immune system. It has been the cloudiest February in 23 years. Or it could be my bad luck quarter. So to celebrate the break up and to get better I left work early to rest. Because I wasn�t going to get 1-year anniversary break up sex I decided to do the next best thing. Take Nyquil and pop in a 4-hour porn DVD, and then I passed out. Boy let me tell you it worked. I awoke to a hot dream. I�ll spare the details but everyone should try it. Like this entry? Vote for me here!
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