bakedgoods

Men should realize that lying to me is futile. I am omnipotent, and I find out. I'm not even really omnipotent-- other people are just stupid. Even people that I have procreated with.
Ed and I argued yesterday over whether or not he had seen nekkid, non-porn boobs on the internet since he moved in here, and he swore all over the place that he hadn't. Whatever, I don't even care anymore, I just like to bust his chops about how he thinks he's some online Casanova. Which he really thinks he is. More on that in a minute. Finally I stopped teasing him and went along with my life.
This morning I went on under his bangme name to see this chick's photo album, cuz he pays and I don't. Well, I took a gander at his mailbox, cuz if he *gave me the password*, you figure he doesn't have anything to hide. There was a plethora of saved mail, which I read, and all I want to do now is drive to Radio Shack and laugh at him. Cuz first of all, he tries to be so smooth. I don't really understand why, and why it fails so dismally. Basically all he does is work his way carefully around mentioning he's not single, give every IM and email handle he has, hint that maybe he'd come see them, and-- my favorite-- ask for nude pix.
It's some fucking funny-ass shit. And I can't decide whether I want to text-m,essage him, IM him, go see him at work or wait til he gets home. I think I'm gonna wait til we're in the car to New York, that way he cannot escape my taunting. Ohhh I can't wait. And you might think I'm worried or upset... I'm not. He won't actually meet up with any of these tarts, cuz I think he's fairly positive that if he does, he'll never see the little one again. Easy as that.

I added 4 new pix... 3 of Emily, one of me.