My Crack is Fierce!

Eric Schwartz Sexy Crack

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My New Baby

I have been thinking about it for awhile, and decided today to adopt. Yes, I have a new baby.

Introducing the newest member of my family...



PEACO!

I love him. He's perfect.

"Peaco is very shy. Well... shy on the outside. On the inside, Peaco is a wild man! You can see it in his eyes. All three. Peaco really shines when he's doing what he does best. DANCING! Peaco loves to dance in the water... much to the dread of his cousin Cinko. Why dance in the water? Well, think about it! When you dance in the water, no one can see you! SHY! Remember? It's kind of a pain explaining water dancing to lifeguards though. Please dance with Peaco. He's seen your moves! (So don't step on his ears.)"

Good Grief

by Lolly Winston


It's currently the book I am devouring and it has many spots that ring true to me, this being one of my favorites, "I don't think I need him the way you need a vitamin or a good night's slepp. I'm afraid I need him the way you need a cigarette or a drink."

Worst. Date. EVER.

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. This is definitely one of those times.

I decided that I wanted to do something after work today, so I decided to call up one of my admirers and go for a quick drink. As I was running 5 minutes late for our rendez-vous on Peel & Ste-Catherine, I called him to inform him of this situation.

He then proceeded to NOT be there. So I waited. 20 MINUTES. I called him and he didn't even apologize about making me wait outside. (He was obviously in a bar when he answered his phone too.)

He then suggested to go to Peel Pub. UGH. I have not been there since I was 16 or 17 and DO NOT think that is impressive in the slightest. I made him go to an irish pub (MacLean's) at least. We ordered drinks (dutch) and then the waitress dropped some money and he tried to keep it. SO VERY NOT IMPRESSIVE. I snatched it and gave it back.

He then called me an OLD LADY and kept insisting I LIKED IT. (I am one year older than him.)

I made my excuses and left.

Not I am home with my main man, Boris.

I think I shan't be calling him again.

Transitions and Questions

As usual when I seem to be unhappy, I tend to do things I shouldn't and then beat myself up over it. Therefore insuring that I am unhappy I guess.

Partying away my paychecks and not sleeping certainly don't help when you have things to do and bills to pay.

But when you get rejected by someone you like it only seems like the right thing to do is lock yourself in that stall and get rid of the pain through whatever means necessary.

Others have an interest in me, but for what reason?

Not the good ones I guess.

I think it's time for some seclusion once again my friends.

Sick of being everyone's excuse or use. Or whatever.

F you all.