alaspooryorick

I'm a little cheerier today than yesterday. I gave my brain a rest and did a bit of work on another project, one that I know my way around. And I was reminded that Friday's a holiday! Plus, I got to ride the bike in today.

*Spoiler Alert - If you're all cold 'n' stuff in the North, don't read this*

It's 65 F today and supposed to go up into the 70's this weekend.

*End Spoiler*

So, I'm still trading email with the psycho NJ feminist. She asks me about shit like going to strip clubs and whether past girlfriends have enjoyed biting, hair-pulling, etc. She signed one of her most recent notes with "love, Beth". There ain't *no* woman *nowhere* that uses "love" just off the top of her friggin' skull; that shit's *always" calculated. If you disagree, feel free to rebut.

Anyway, I didn't indicate to her that I had even noticed it, but I'm thinkin' shit, we have never even met! We did talk on the phone *once* (though she's also left a few voice mails). How 'bout we not get carried away, mmkay?

*** Time Passes ***
I apparently stand corrected regarding the "love" thing. How 'bout cut it the fuck out, then? It's pretty fucking disconcerting. Calling someone love, though, is way different than signing off with "love, xyz"

feh