So I’m guilty of clutter, even on this blog. Writing should be able to breathe and stand alone and shine, but I decide nearly every time that I have something else to say. So something more profound gets hidden in the ruff of triviality and mania.
Okay, maybe mania equals too much caffeine.
Dear Flake,
You have brought the flakiness out in me, and for that, I am grateful. I feel like I’m one of the people I’ve dated. Well, if I talk to him, okay. If I don’t, okay…less work for me. I never realized how freeing this feeling could be. I don’t even kid myself it will last but for now, I’m feeling cool (not cold) and appropriately unattached.
Bryan has said repeatedly that to be successful in dating, one must not care at all on the front end. I have achieved this for the moment!
Apathy is not numbness, kind sir.
Flake on, Mr. Flake. At this rate, I will be Mrs. Flake in no time, and we can have Flake babies, whom we can flake out on.
Dreaminess!
Your very own Medicated Lady-Flake
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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March 8, 2009 at 12:37 am
g't.
Hmm, flake babies, how intriguing. What are the characteristics of the flake baby?
March 8, 2009 at 3:40 pm
Patrice
“…something more profound gets hidden in the ruff of triviality and mania.”
I’m thinking very little is hidden here. One can write between the lines and one can hide behind the writing, but living between the lines… ah, that is the trick.
I live in the fine spaces
between not enough time
and too much time –
and the longing
and the wishing
and the passion
and the listening…
yeah – this is kinda my little mantra.
March 9, 2009 at 8:05 am
medicatedlady
Flake babies are beautiful, scatter-brained people who take for granted that people will forgive and adore them. They do not follow through and cannot be trusted under any circumstances…except to be trusted to flake. They are the perfect coniving creature–having a double dose of flakiness from both parents in the genetic cesspool–and may follow through occasionally to get you hooked. Do not be fooled.
March 9, 2009 at 8:05 am
poeticgrin
“Bryan has said repeatedly that to be successful in dating, one must not care at all on the front end.”
One must care, but one must care enough to project that one doesn’t care, which, in the process, makes one appear more desirable. One must never appear desperate. One must channel Blanche from The Golden Girls for inspiration, but one must never reference The Golden Girls to a straight man, for fear that one will alienate said straight man.
March 9, 2009 at 8:05 am
medicatedlady
Patrice…mmmm. Those are lines for the soul. Love them. Living between the lines…YES!!
March 9, 2009 at 8:13 am
medicatedlady
Bryan…but I am transparent. I am not desparate. I just like to not play games. I am not playing games when I say I do not care about this guy. I don’t care what happens.
Also, I think it’s time I told you. The guy who left the country? The guy in the military? Well, he had a thing for older women and he knew all about the Golden Girls. He bought his mother all the DVDs and copied them for his own personal collection. As in “private” collection. Also, to a certain extent, this also probably means you really shouldn’t ask, and he really shouldn’t tell.
March 9, 2009 at 9:24 am
poeticgrin
This explains everything.