Well....

Somebody start talking weddings or something. I'm depressed and need some uplifting. A guy I met off of plenty of fools last year has been on a friggin' rant about me. I saw him in my yahoo "scrap" file (as he called it) and thought I'd say hi and hope he was having a great life. Nice, right? Well, he thought so for about 2 emails, then started bombarding me with questions from my new pof profile. It said I liked New Orleans and Las Vegas. He asked me if I saw a strip show. Well, I fibbed and said I peeked, but really did go see "Thunder from Down Under". Totally another story. Anyway, after that I became a **** his girlfriend didn't, he wasn't going to ease up his values for my liberal ideas, blah blah blah. Why can't Mondays just never happen? PS: I even came in second place in the fake ****** contest on their stage. Some 80 yr old woman won first. Now that really sux...

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