Bed Bugs Bite
Originally Uploaded here by Martin Isaac
Megali commented on it, she even saw it in photography. The unerring eye of my surogate sister saw it written across even my still life, musing to herself that she didn't know I liked her. That sick feeling in my stomac continues to sit there, after the fact, and has all the baggage of a break up. Not like the ending of a well forged and mutually beneficial agreement, instead it has that ugly of "I want it to work, but it can't". Unsuprisingly, I didn't even get sex out of this one, my romance seems unwilling or perhaps unable to be burdened by the inclusion or exclusion of that in regards to my relationships. Sadly, I seemed mostly unaware of it at the time, but I can't claim complete ignorance before the end. It is necessary, it cannot be undone. Think you me now a villain, you have no idea the depth of it. In that tearful moment, I knew that I couldn't explain what I was, that the full tally of my acts would simply have created a rage that bordered on homicidal. Bordered?
My fridge remains broken, and it leave me unstable and frustrated. Hopefully, this will get better with time, and repair. In a similarly practical, I hope to pick out my cello on Tuesday with Alexandra, who was my cello instructor. This is exciting and means I will probably own it within the next little while.
The Vegan Pirate should be opening on Wednesday. Even if the weather is so-so, as long as it isn't raining in the morning, we'll kick this pig and get it moving.
I like Bob quite a bit. That one is more random than the previous points. But not at much as the last.
When I first read that username, I thought it meant a bag of martinis.
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