Ready... Aim...

What makes a woman go after someone else's man? I really wanna know. Is poaching considered not unethical anymore?

I mean, don't these women have any sense of what's fair game and what's not? Maddening, is what it is. Ok, I believe in the saying, "All is fair in love and war." I'm willing to bet though that the shmuck who came up with that saying is one conniving, manipulative sonofabitch who has no morals.

I've never poached. I've always respected other people's relationships. I've been poached on, lots of times. And every time hurt like hell. Now I know that if my guy can be easily swayed by another pair of mammary glands with the IQ of a tse-tse fly then he's not worth two shits. But it still hurts.

It hurts because once again I've relied on common decency to prevail and once again my stupidity has cost me yet another heartbreak.

Now, I don't claim to be the epitome of decency and morality. FAR FROM IT. But, I know what's fair and I try to be as fair as possible. I don't poach, I don't stalk, I don't advertise my goddess-like sexual prowess (well, maybe just this once... bwahahaha), and I don't ever, EVER go through the obvious trouble of conjuring lovechildren out of thin air in hopes of fulfilling my convoluted fantasy of happily ever after.

You might think, "bitchy, much?"

Well damnit yes I am bitchy. I am pissed as all hell. Pissed beyond reason that once again, my relationship is threatened by some two-faced bimbo-slash-daughter of Satan on Prozac. It pisses me off because once again, regardless of past experiences, I am left to rely on other people's sense of decency.

I'd say, "bring it on sistah," but why bother? I've never arm-wrestled over men before, why should I start now? Either I'm enough for him or I'm not. Besides, I still believe in karma. I mean, karma's one helluva bitch. I know. It has kicked me in the ass one too many times. And believe you me, karma can sure wreak havoc. I respect karma now, I think we've reached an understanding.

I hate having the monthlies. It just brings out the worst in me.

Malling. LeoChy-style.

So... Mall of Asia...

Been there, done that. Got lost a few times but heck, I conquered the damn thing and that's what matters.

I was actually there on a date. My first I think, with my boyfriend. First official date. First official anniversary or like the teenagers say, monthsary. God, it hurt just typing that. Anyway, so yeah, first official monthsary. Don't ask, we're weird that way.

We wanted to watch The Departed but found out we were a week late so we saw World Trade Center instead... Jesus Christ with a bottle of mineral water... Who comes up with this shit? Seriously. After the movie, we went and got lost. I wanted to eat someplace new. But we ended up eating at Chowking. Glorious. Not. But we had fun.

We also hung out and just stared at the err... horizon. Great view. If you don't look down. I did. So I had to back away... a couple of feet away. Had to drag the boy back with me. Scary drop. Christ in stilts.

We had a blast. I had a GREAT time. I haven't laughed that much in ages. Felt good. Of course, I had to ditch work but it's ok. It was for a good cause.

I think I scared the crap out of him though when I started talking about babies. Well... a baby girl more specifically. So sue me, I want one. I even told him that as long as the she gets her nose and her lips from me, the yet unnamed, unconceived, child can get everything else from him. He was a good sport about it though. The boy has balls, who'd have thunk it?

I have to go. It's getting late. I gotta go buy meds and the boy has work tomorrow. He needs sleep.

So toodles and all that crap.

Compli-fuckin-cated beyond words.

I haven't really been posting a lot these past few weeks. It's just that I've somehow "lost my voice." Everything I start writing eventually end up getting scrapped. Plus, my laziness has hit its all time high. Or low. Blech.

And my grammar just went to hell. Again. Damn thing likes the spankings too much.

Anyway, life has been REALLY complicated. Work is once again, blah. Life at home is... weird. My so-called love life is just waaaay too err... complifuckincated. No two shits about it.

I mean, I'm really head over ass in love with HIM but.. Gah! I don't even know why the fuck I think it's complicated in the first place. I mean, he's really really sweet when we're together.... and he makes me laugh and smile. I mean, I don't smile! Ever. But when we're together, I smile all the freakin' time! What the hell is up with that? Weirdness.

What the hell did I get myself into?

He has women hanging around him like... like.... damn they just hang around him all the time! (I told you I lost my voice. I think my IQ went with it too.)

His exes are STILL popping up like... like.... crabgrass! Ok.. bad analogy. I MISS MY IQ! Sumbitch.

I complain too much. I better start writing again. Before I completely forget how to.