Monday, February 15, 2010


I was invited by The Quilter's current boyfriend Potato-Head to attend an "80's Prom" last Friday night. The prom was at a popular bar, so I took my boys Alex and Jon with me. When we got there, the first think I noticed was that everyone was in costume (80's styles) and Potato-Head and Quilter were both in tuxedos with ruffles (which were not in style in the 80's, but whatever...). Knowing that perhaps this was perhaps a set up, I took off my jacket to reveal my GOONS t-shirt. I loved the music the band was playing, so I grabbed Alex by the hand and proceeded to lead him to the dance floor where we danced the entire night away--much to the dismay of Potato-Head who noticed that The Quilter couldn't get off my jock. They ended up leaving, but we continued to dance the night away. The next day, Potato-Head called to see if he could come over the comic book store to talk to me (I said "yes", but he never came). I'm finding that facing my fears instead of running away from them all of the time is working out much better for me. I have no clue as to why it was so important to Potato-Head to invite me, but I'm sure glad that he did.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Girlfight Tonight

You would not believe the wild night I had with Paul and Alex last night! Quilter and (new boyfriend) Greg came to the night club last night to try and get some sort of a reaction out of me, but failed! Why? Because when they were making out or dancing closely to me Alex and Pual bloked them so I couldn't see them--and they ended up leaving. For those of you who are new to the story, I had met Greg a while back when he was dating one of Juan's friends. I thought he was such a sweet guy, until he started seeing Quilter. He sent me several texts that night asking what club I was going to be at and when he saw me, he made a large production over giving me a hug! Kids, I might be ugly, fat, and bald--but I'm sure as fuck not that stupid to believe he really wants to be friends with me. I don't think I have ever been that vindictive to act like I'm your friend, when all along I'm just trying to cause drama. I'm so glad that Paul and Alex didn't let me see the show. I feel so much stronger than I have in a long time. I love my friends!