11 November 2012
10 November 2012
Rule #1. Always walk away classier than the other. This means no yelling in front yards, no picking fights or using excessive foul language, no rudeness outside of honest indifference about the ingrates existence.
Assertiveness is to be direct, low key, and graceful. Aggressiveness is to come across as a stray rabid attack rodent that feels threatened.
23 October 2012
18 October 2012
It's Mother's Day
Yes, I've noticed.
I haven't called
Yes, you've noticed.
You won't care.
No details too
I'm just not there.
Go call me shitty
For my brutality
God forbid you see
I'm still just me.
Go call me selfish
Be a hypocrite
Happy Mother's Day
This is all you get.
13 October 2012
27 September 2012
I wonder if that is what John Travolta called his own set after starring in Dance Fever. Certainly not. I am the only person in the world so clever. . . Although there have been days when I seem as clever as a Republican, those were just my days off. It's not easy being Sindazed!!
(Free tip to others who have been Sindazed: Spontaneity & flattery are great tools of persuasion when cooperation is hoped for... having internet on a laptop for a few days? I would have gratitude from my head all the way down to my sexy sexy foot fetish - only mine.)
19 September 2012
I miss it the most. I'm always on others schedules. My time is their time. Simple tasks take weeks to complete if they require travel. Plans are impossible, but they all ask what plans I've made. Are they rubbing it in? Insensitive bastards.
It doesn't sting. The sting I feel is from the most poisonous bite. Sadly, I wasn't spared this venom, which was inflicted from complete indifference, not carelessness.
Some are more sick than others. Still, never a shred of accountability spreads that sickness.
08 December 2011
Then he just stopped calling or sending texts. It took me a few days to catch onto the fact that I instigated the only calls I'd received lately. So I stopped calling, too.
He said he missed me. Then nothing.
The nothing pretty much destroys every bit of good we shared. Total strangers have more class just by opening doors for others. Not an explanation, like I needed one, but hey since it was out of left field, some words would have kept him in the heterosexual range in my head. Could it be, it just wasn't enough to stop calling, though? Maybe, I needed to feel stupid, too, by remaining hopeful.
It just seems like if he was about to be incarcerated for seven months, he could have just fooled me for another two weeks, so I wouldn't feel used and thrown away. Yes, I know, incarcerated. Most of us have just been lucky not to be in the same situation, so save it. Anyhow, it's amazing to me that the same men in the world that treat women this way, are probably the ones wondering why we grow cold and bitter toward their kind. What a waste of time. Who knows, if he's not gay now, he could be in less than 7 months!! ha ha ha
I almost had a pity party today. I nearly cried. But I didn't - bitches. I'm not finished moaning and groaning over this, though.
It's amazing. When I want him, he turns into the world's biggest prick without notice. When I don't want him, he won't leave me the hell alone. He gets totally sindazed and, he too, turns into somewhat of an ass out of my disinterest, never realizing that I get sindazed sometimes (more than sometimes) and it hurts me just as much. But I try to remain somewhat graceful. Visit my site here, though, and I'm busted throwing grace out the window. But it's healthier than any other mechanism I can use to change the way I feel. It's not immediate gratification by any means, either, or I'd be posting new stuff three times a day, every day.