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At the top of this post on the right hand side you’ll see  a directory of sorts. All posts in this series will be tied together. You can view other posts in this series by clicking on the link in the directory.

This is a long entry, I apologize. I was going to cut it but decided to let it be. It’ll be here if you get tired of reading and want to come back later! ;)

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Courtesy Despair.com

I’ve never done this before, but I was inspired by a bout of Cabin Fever as a result of ‘OMFG, It’s Snowing in Atlanta And We Don’t Own Any Plows…2010′ .

The weird thing is that on a normal sunny warm Saturday, in which I have the freedom to go anywhere I please, I’m probably not going anywhere. I like being at home. I get my groceries, got my laptop, my Kindle, my writing, my TV and TIVO remote– I’m good. I spend all week getting up and going somewhere. On the weekends, the last thing I want to do is get up and go somewhere some more. But the second you tell me I can’t go anywhere, I suddenly have places to be and things to do.  The Dept of Transportation advised people to stay off the roads due to lots of black ice and snow… so naturally I had to go to CVS.

I do not own an ice scraper. I refuse to buy one. I use the defrost on my car every morning until it’s warm enough to drive. Sometimes I use my AMC discount card, but I am stubborn and don’t want to buy an ice scraper. This situation was ungood yesterday: View the rest of this entry…

A few months ago, my good friend GreenEyes and I were chatting. She told me that Tex had told her that it was free communication weekend at E-scam-your-money(why do they run so many free communication weekends?) and she wanted to make sure to mention it to me in case I was interested. I immediately smote her,  and then tied her to the railroad tracks and left her there. How dare she suggest I might be interested in eH?

GreenEyes must not have been around when I tried eH. I did not enjoy the HUNDREDS of little dots I had to fill in, measuring every inkling of my personality, sometimes feeling like I was answering the same question over and over and over, just to see if I would trip up. These HUNDREDS of questions are designed to map out your personality into 26 Dimensions and then match you with people you are most likely to not bludgeon to death in their sleep be compatible with. That’s really only if the people you’re most likely to be compatible with actually make it through that survey and get to read all about your 26 Dimensions.

And also pay.

Because, you see eH  is a business, like any other. It’s basically an internet matchmaking service and if they’re going to go through the trouble of measuring 26 of my Dimensions, well… they’re going to get paid for it. Apparently GreenEyes was unaware of this fact. She says to me, “Why don’t you try it?”

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And I don’t mean God.

I mean the tenant in 8208.

So, listen. I know I’m single. And I’m not dating much. In fact I can’t remember the last time I went on a date. My last kiss, besides the ones I give myself in the mirror, is a distant, faint, dust covered memory. At this time of year, I am reminded on a daily if not hourly basis that I’m single.

I’m trying to ignore this message, and the inherent message that there’s something wrong with that. I’d planned on spending Valentine’s Day on the edge of the earth where roses, candy, and “Every Kiss Begins With Kay” does not exist. Lo and behold, I couldn’t get a flight out, so I’ll be at home doing whatever it is I do on Sundays.

It’s been a long, cold, dreary day. I came home from work and 3 minutes later had my pajamas on, was in my bed, and had Law & Order SVU on the TV and my blog reader on the laptop. And then around 6:30, I hear this rythmic knocking.

Really? At 6:30 in the afternoon/early evening? Well good for you. Let me just say this, though:

HURRY UP.

Cause I’m already not feeling well. Already in a bad mood. Already terribly single and sitting here directly under your bedroom listening to your bed bang against the wall? Not my idea of a relaxing Tuesday evening. So, if you could just hurry it on up, before I start to really feel lonely and sad and tired and all those things the media wants me to think about being single around Valentine’s Day, that’d be SUPER.

Many thanks,

The Girl Who Lives Below You Who, Despite Her Snarky Attitude, Is INSANELY Jealous

…on my own blog. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. It was there, and I was tempted, and it was interesting. I’m sorry baby. It won’t happen again!

One of my Real Life Friends (as opposed to my friends hat only live inside the computer) runs a blog called Journey to Blissville and goes by the name of Tex. Cause… she lives in Texas. Clever, huh. We do so love Tex and her penchant for foods I cannot pronounce, her happy-go-lucky-and-excited-about-every-damn-thing nature… even if she s annoyingly cheerful.  Tex created the phrases I repeat often, like “Damn Hondurans” (she’s Honduran, that’s not random), “living in Dick Cheney’s America” (it’s hard, according to Tex), and “Al Gore’s Internets” (which isn’t new but I didn’t start saying it till she did). Tex is one of the three bandits… KFlo and Tex and I run Houston ragged.  I hear you laughing, blog. We went to a strip club once. It sucked, but we went.

AN-T-WAY. This blog isn’t even about Tex. It’s about her blogroll. She’s such a vibrant person that any friend (or blog)  of  Tex is a friend (or blog) I want to meet (or read). I sauntered down her blogroll one day and came to a GREAT blog called He Loves Me Not, the story of Sarah and her journey from broken and broken hearted to a major personal success story.

I’d been reading bits and pieces, here and there as new posts came up in my Google Reader, but I became more and more confused because I didn’t know the history behind some of the current posts. So this weekend, I took it alllllllllllll the way back. To 2005.  And oh. View the rest of this entry…