-bitteR., take 2
-b (9:59:03 PM): i have slept away most of today’s hours. eighteen by my calculation. i think i’m depressed
-b (10:04:25 PM): R. i have rather an embarrassing story to tell, a certain absent mindedness that seems to go with the depression. i am processing laundry. and fold the pillow cases. fold the flat sheet. and then get all panicky because the sized sheet isn’t there. so i rush to the bedroom and look in the closet and see if maybe i forgot it. no. not there. so i stand there puzzling for a tick
R. (10:05:43 PM): and it was still on the bed?
-b (10:05:46 PM): yes. but worse. WORSE. i put the new sheet over it
R. (10:06:03 PM): oh good god
-b (10:06:10 PM): so. i’m out of my mind right now. and it’s all the fault of someone else
R. (10:06:48 PM): so how are we going to snap you out of your depression
-b (10:06:52 PM): well. i really don’t want to tell this story, so i’ll email it.
R. (10:17:09 PM): I have read this message and am disturbed on many levels. am I to understand that you have asked this person out for dinner?
-b (10:17:52 PM): her name is grady, i can’t bring myself to call her by her first. it’s just dirty. but yes. i’ve asked her out.
R. (10:18:06 PM): first off, she has your mother’s name
-b (10:18:21 PM): yes R. i’m aware of that. that is why i call her grady.
R. (10:18:22 PM): one moment while i go over to the corner, crawl into the fetal position and shake for a bit
R. (10:19:02 PM): I can see that I chose the proper night to drink. I have been sipping a cape cod. so she is not receptive to your offer for dinner
-b (10:19:17 PM): no she’s f’en noncommittal. and calvin at work sends me this after we discuss her. http://despair.com/persistence.html
R. (10:21:04 PM): oh look. the floor.
-b (10:21:22 PM): calvin has rather a remarkable sense of humor. very wry
R. (10:22:37 PM): I did not think tonight would take this turn. you remember that date I was supposed to have?
-b (10:23:08 PM): yes
R. (10:23:40 PM): you see that didn’t happen for the following reason. we chatted for many nights. he seemed rather intelligent. he was in retail, a manager, which was a commonality. so I go, and infront of me we see, not the 6’4” fellow in the picture, but a rather skinny 5’10” guy who looked nothing like the pic
-b (10:26:27 PM): where is this going?
R. (10:26:35 PM): men lie, not a dam one of those fags worth the time or energy. son of a bitch look at what you did. BITTER!
-b (10:26:55 PM): at least you’re fucking drinking
R. (10:27:01 PM): http://despair.com/loneliness.html
-b (10:27:31 PM): and see i thought i was going to bare this out alone. welcome to the club R.
-b (10:27:58 PM): so there is more to my story
-b (10:28:08 PM): if we go back to march of last year, when i was flirting rather viciously with grady, i find out she has a boyfriend that she didn’t bother to tell me about. and he’s, and i swear to god i’m not making this up R., hand to god, a pig farmer
R. (10:28:54 PM): pardon
-b (10:28:55 PM): she was dating a fucking PIG FARMER. oh yes, you talk about BITTER
R. (10:29:07 PM): and she won’t go out with a good white boy like you?
-b (10:29:16 PM): i have no idea what her problem is. it’s not as if she’s out of my league, like garbage girl at the landfill
R. (10:29:24 PM): http://despair.com/bitterness.html
R. (10:29:43 PM): so what kind of girl is she?
-b (10:29:55 PM): if i say “like my mother” are you going to go back over there? because if so, i’ll lie
R. (10:29:59 PM): well I just learned not to bother asking anyone out, and for that matter loving anyone. they can just use it to hurt you later. hold on I need to queue annie up in the media player
-b (10:31:46 PM): i do have a date with her though. IN FUCKING MAY
R. (10:32:04 PM): IN MAY? WTF
-b (10:32:09 PM): shut up don’t judge me
R. (10:32:12 PM): of this year?
-b (10:32:18 PM): no in 2026. WHEN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK
R. (10:33:57 PM): in may. well, at least you have time to plan it. you want I should call the FAG 5 to clean you up?
-b (10:34:48 PM): yes that might be a good idea
