schadenfreude

1. Since deciding that game playing bullshit is not worth it no matter how perfect someone seems, I have not called Mr. Wishy Washy, who has responded by not calling me. Proves my suspicions, that he likes being chased. No thanks. What I discovered about him a couple weeks ago is that he likes to flirt with gay guys and not tell them he's straight. This makes him either a) closeted or b) an asshole or perhaps c) both. I don't like chasing people. I'm submissive. What can I say.

2. Because a girl has needs, I called up an old friend who's been in and out of my life/bed for the last 12 years. He is always happy and willing, no games. I'm glad he's around. Fvk, this could be your job, you know, if you weren't so damn far away.

3. My friend with marital troubles (mentioned a few entries back) called me up this afternoon on the verge of tears because she really thinks she's going to end it. I adore her and I like her husband, so it's too bad, but because I am a good friend I will go out with her tonight and be an ear even though I'm exhausted. She did end up fucking another chick while traveling for work, however, so this part of the story should make it all worthwhile. Sometimes I wish I had the proverbial balls to do that. Hook up with a chick, that is.

4. Yesterday work was gross. I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday.

5. Off to consume a delicious 99 cent Totino's pizza. Nummers!