I loved her
She deserves my grief
but I can’t give it her
I don’t feel grief
when you die they all say that’s just awful justly awful awfully just
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Bryan has decreed I must do an open mic night soon. I have no opposition other than it’s intimidating. Or it would be if I felt anything.
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the skin of the dead does not take to makeup well. pores no longer absorb moisture, leaving a dried mud look, not quite in good taste.
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I think my dog could use company. She likes other dogs. She likes people. So she needs me to get another dog and another boyfriend.
I feel that gaining weight is the death of dating. I keep remembering big fat Eva-dog at the shelter but now I am suspicious of why she’s heavy. Probably a pituitary gland tumor, maybe malignant. I wonder if Poppy would mourn her one-on-one time with me.
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Thanks all for your well-wishes.
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October 26, 2009 at 11:53 am
Val
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October 26, 2009 at 12:21 pm
PoeticGrin
Because of the dismal nature of your post and because I can get away with it, I’ll entertain your readers out of gloom by posting our email exchange of this morning. Please keep in mind, dear readers, that for Halloween, MedicatedLady and I are dressing up as the concepts of Binge and Purge.
Bryan: MedicatedLady! I tried to call you Saturday night! I was at a bar with The Gays and a straight man of approximately 28-30 years of age came and helped us fix a heater that was broken. He then asked us if we knew any cute, short straight girls who blog and who would like to date him. I called you but you didn’t answer. He wanted to talk to you. He said for Halloween he was going to West End and wearing his pilot’s uniform because he’s ex-military. He said he loves dogs and pizza. He had blond hair and looked hot in a baseball cap. He had on a red shirt. He was approximately nine feet tall. To punish you for not answering your phone at 3:00 AM, I did not get his name, number, or any contact information whatsover. He said, when I asked what is best traits were, that he has massive amounts of affection to give and that he has no immediate plans to move out of the country or decide he just wants to be your friend.
MedicatedLady: Okay. To summarize: you may have found the perfect guy for me and after not getting me on the phone ONE night, you did not get any of his information. So. Now I am to go about Little Rock, looking for a man in red shirt, who is taller than you? Or I have the option of us going as an eating disorder to West End to strike a conversation up cold-turkey?
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So my question is this, dear readers. Do you think that MedicatedLady has a shot if she dressed up as a SEXY eating disorder?
October 26, 2009 at 2:52 pm
jessiecarty
Even with the grief of the post there is still an ultimately hopeful, jovial bent and then Bryan just goes and pushes it to another level 🙂
I think the Binge and Purge idea is fabulous! Sexy eat disorders always find lovely men just waiting to feed them, or fix them.
And once you have done one open mike, i bet you will be hooked. They are an amazingly wonderful addiction. Only bad thing? Most places I’ve been to tend to have really good desserts available…
October 27, 2009 at 3:56 pm
medicatedlady
Thanks, val.
Jessie, please. My stomach can’t take the anxiety of performing in public AND the richness of dessert. I need me some grease for comfort.
October 27, 2009 at 4:01 pm
medicatedlady
The sexiest eating disorder is anorexia. However, I’ve only ever managed bulimia. I feel that I can get more into the Binge character. It’s sort of method acting in action.