I am saddened

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My friend Ryan, who started me on this Myspace thing, is no longer my Myspace friend.  Why oh why?  He was my favorite person at Efron, Efron & Yahne, P.C. -- which really wasn't hard considering how most of those evil bitches treated me.  Did he delete his profile?  Did Tom delete his profile?  DAMN YOU, TOM! 

Ok, I don't actually *talk* to Ryan.  And I'm way old to *hang out* with him, but he was my pretend little brother and it irks me that I have been abandoned so.  (insert heavy sigh here)

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I very much enjoyed "Endgame"

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The following is an email I received from my friend/former lover/baby's daddy, Josh.  I find our relationship is difficult to explain (when I bother trying) and thought this correspondence shines a little light on it.  [Forgive me, darling.  I simply had to.]

In response to my most recent blog, he wrote:

Dearheart,

When you seek therapy for this affliction, and you should, be sure to bring a copy of ""Waiting for Godot"" to the initial interview.  The similarity between your prose style and Beckett's is hysterical (and a bit eerie.)   Was this intentional, or merely happy chance?  Please advise. 

Me

I answered:

I love Beckett and now that you mention it, it's probably because we have similar styles.  I was not trying to emulate him and even if I was, it would be lost on everyone but you.  I've never read ""Godot"", but I will be sure to add it to my reading list.

Also...please be advised you are the source of a very good deal of my insecurity.  Not all because, as you know, my parents are insane.  Still.  Much of it, as far as relationships go, is you."

Bleh

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Being home alone on a Saturday night sucks.  My plans have fallen through.  I don't know anyone to go out with.  I have no idea where to go.  I'm bored and sad and my head hurts.   I just got a phone call that made me so mad I was crying and my face got all hot and red.  I do not have Demi Moore's ability to look good while crying.  Guess I'm lucky it was a phone call. 

I want to dance till I'm exhausted.  I want to drink till I'm numb.  I want to scream till my throat bleeds.  I want be comforted.  I want to fight.  I want to dream; I don't want to sleep.  Tomorrow will be better.  Today sucks ass. 

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