Men Are Scum
Apr. 8th, 2003 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWhy are men such perfidous, dastardly creatures? I swear, I'm going to kill them all. Or they're going to be the death of me.
So, my stalker ex calls up. I didn't think much of it at the time, although the English accent did give me a couple moment's pause when I picked up the phone. But on the other hand, I know enough people right now who are currently over in the UK, or who have been, so... and then my current ex, Le Gaston, says something to the effect of 'Oh, hi Toby'...
And all the old terror comes flooding back.
I hate that man. I really do. Boy is actually a better descriptive term. If I ever see him again I will beat first and then ask questions of the cooling corpse. After seeing him nearly strangle his sister and having physical proof of him running around on me, I have no illusions of the likelihood that he would harbor good intentions. Stupid little shit. And I know Rob's just doing it to make me upset. The depressing part is, it's working.
I think it's at this point that I need to take a page from Anita Blake's book. Need No Man. Don't wait to be rescued, rescue yourself. I need to get back into shape again, I need to recover my former self. And the good part about that is that it shouldn't be too hard. My self-esteem is nowhere near as bad as it used to be. Probably nowhere near as bad as the no-life sniping back-stabbing idiots who are talking about me in forums I don't go into anymore. Honestly. What is that supposed to achieve, anyway? Some measure of satisfaction for them? I don't get it... even when I hung out on those forums I didn't get it. There are so many more places your energy could be better spent than...
Oh well.
At least I feel a little better. I was taken out for drinks, dinner, and dessert. Dessert was a raspberry and vanilla topped cheesecake, which was good. I haven't had cheesecake in a very long time.
I went to an English studies cocktail. I was the cock; the tail belonged to a lovely little number with a passion for DH Lawrence
I know what I need to do. I need to .. um. Thingie. I need to collect my thoughts, is what I need to do. And I need to submit some stories for publication in some magazines. Try that. See what happens. I mean... hellsfire, it's not like I lack for ideas. I think I'll do that over the course of this week. See what happens.
And I also need to write my column. So I'm going to go and do that. Ta for now.
So, my stalker ex calls up. I didn't think much of it at the time, although the English accent did give me a couple moment's pause when I picked up the phone. But on the other hand, I know enough people right now who are currently over in the UK, or who have been, so... and then my current ex, Le Gaston, says something to the effect of 'Oh, hi Toby'...
And all the old terror comes flooding back.
I hate that man. I really do. Boy is actually a better descriptive term. If I ever see him again I will beat first and then ask questions of the cooling corpse. After seeing him nearly strangle his sister and having physical proof of him running around on me, I have no illusions of the likelihood that he would harbor good intentions. Stupid little shit. And I know Rob's just doing it to make me upset. The depressing part is, it's working.
I think it's at this point that I need to take a page from Anita Blake's book. Need No Man. Don't wait to be rescued, rescue yourself. I need to get back into shape again, I need to recover my former self. And the good part about that is that it shouldn't be too hard. My self-esteem is nowhere near as bad as it used to be. Probably nowhere near as bad as the no-life sniping back-stabbing idiots who are talking about me in forums I don't go into anymore. Honestly. What is that supposed to achieve, anyway? Some measure of satisfaction for them? I don't get it... even when I hung out on those forums I didn't get it. There are so many more places your energy could be better spent than...
Oh well.
At least I feel a little better. I was taken out for drinks, dinner, and dessert. Dessert was a raspberry and vanilla topped cheesecake, which was good. I haven't had cheesecake in a very long time.
I went to an English studies cocktail. I was the cock; the tail belonged to a lovely little number with a passion for DH Lawrence
I know what I need to do. I need to .. um. Thingie. I need to collect my thoughts, is what I need to do. And I need to submit some stories for publication in some magazines. Try that. See what happens. I mean... hellsfire, it's not like I lack for ideas. I think I'll do that over the course of this week. See what happens.
And I also need to write my column. So I'm going to go and do that. Ta for now.
