Hey guys! Thank you for the affirmation...and I agree, I should try to be compassionate; my goodness have I ever ever tried to have some modicum of compassion for the person who was like a cancer in my life. Occasionally, I see him welling up with tears in the dream's eye of one of our little "chats" (there must have been, seriously, as many heart-to-heart talks as there were days we were dating), and my heart breaks for the little guy. But mostly?
I remember his eyes were like that of a Great White. Predatorial. Empty. 666. His pupils seldom dilated nor retracted...he was absolutely dead under there. Horrifying. And, his PENIS was inside my body!!! Holy...man, at least I didn't let him do the Greek thing after I figured out it was a sadistic power trip for him. Sorry. Inner monologue, outer monologue...ahem.
However my butt is much firmer for the experience, as he was SO awful there was something in me that just kept saying, "Girl, you know you won't be staying here forever so keep yourself in shape for the love of the Jesuses (sic). Don't die on this ripped-up loveseat staring into the TV with him, at fictitious lives he cannot live."
Seriously. My big question is: HOW CAN SOME OF THESE N'S LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND NOT SEE THEIR TEETH ARE BROWN AND GROSS, THEIR SKIN IS THE COLOR OF A CADAVERS': yet STILL they maintain they're the cat's meow to associate with? How the HELL is this phenomenon possible???
Satan sure has a sense of humor, that's for sure...he makes his emissaries all resemble caricatures, or Hitler.
Honestly, do you think Adolf Hitler would have exerted that sort of Propaganda-Driven control over Eastern Europe is he hadn't been so much fun to draw???
xo WG