05-17-10

He likes the size of my…talent.

He decides to start a war by calling me a whack job over there—>here. And to think I was nice enough to let you onto my cpanel. *sigh* boys.

S: Are you trying to start a war? You didn’t give me enough substance to start anything with that.

C (para.): I have faith in you.

05-17-10

Yes, I lived in Beaver.

datzun: ITS LITTLE SHELL! (on finding an old article on my failed run at the title “Miss Big Knob”…which he missed, somehow and probably only finds out about by reading this blog posting about his perviness. It’s here if you are interested)
datzun: Beaver Country Times…..really?
Shell: yes
Shell: my mom lives in Beaver, PA
Shell: in Beaver County, PA
datzun: lawls
Shell: I use to date guys who went to Beaver High School
Shell: There is even a Beaver Fire Dept
datzun: Hawt.
Shell: the original Brusters is in Beaver County
datzun: Beaver.

05-17-10

Leap of Faith

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It was an appropriate way to exit the parking lot, or so it seems. It was nauseatingly steeped in metaphor: a wet road leading away from what, a slick exit sign painted on the ground and a tiny little tire skidding out to the side and leaving me swimming in adrenaline and doubt. “Eat me”: a cement cake with a little tag. If I do eat it, will it shoot me up or down in size? Didn’t matter. good bye knee, good bye wrist. Good bye Vero and everything associated with it.

And then I got called out for being a douche bag (which I am, ask around: I’ve got references…like any of you, dear faithful readers) and given an ultimatum: quit being a douche or GTFO and no more kissy face. So it looks like I’m taking a hike from my personal relationship as well since there is no cure for douchebaggery (it only gets better with age).**

And then Lola hit the pavement and it was all over. I was done. I wanted to just leave her there, walk away, come pack my bag with a few outfits I couldn’t stand being wo and start hiking the beach north. Kerouac style.

** UPDATE: 10pm. I am still being called out on my douchebaggery, only now we have decided on a remedy that involves talking sticks and princess tiaras. I think it will turn out well, Swears.