I'm not your bitch, don't hang your shit on me.

Monday, January 21, 2013

You forgot we already went out

Human behaviour always strikes me as fascinating when stupidity is involved.  On more than one occasion, I've been hit on by the same people who I've gone out with before. 

Now, I know I'm not someone who ranks in the George Clooney kind of awe-inspiring wonderment, but I do manage to leave some sort of impression; good or bad.  Chances are, if we've gone out, you'll know what I look like since I've looked (and sounded) the same for the better part of a decade.

But, when someone - albeit, randomly - asks you how you're doing and if you want to hang out (Did I say I'm single and/or in an open relationship?) when you already have, then I have to remind them.  Ya know, I'm like that.

Some people just can't get their heads (in the case of men, either one of their heads) out of their assholes.  Get it out of there and think for once.  Fuck, have you already dated everyone and are doing another round, just to make sure you haven't missed out the first time?  Seriously.

Yeah, I'm doing well.  BTW, we've already gone out.  Thanks!

Monday, January 07, 2013

I haven't forgotten you

Time flies when you're having fun.  It also flies when you're busy as fuck.  Me?  I've been busy.  True, many people use that as an excuse, but with me, I truly have been busy with work.  No excuse. 

Being the owner of your small business can be taxing since you handle many aspects of running it.  It's not about multitasking, but the lack of manpower.  But, I digress...

I haven't been ignoring the site on purpose.  Quite the opposite; I think about it often.  My issue with updating is that I don't feel like physically writing after a long day (and sometimes night) at work.  Even I need a holiday from the computer, now and then.

Of course there are those who will bitch and say I should've stopped writing a long time ago (or not even write, at all), but I don't care.  Fuck 'em, they're jealous.

So, for 2013, I hope to be writing more for the site.  Not only because I love to write, but also because it has always acted as a conduit for my mental being.  I feel better after venting for 250-ish words.  It's cheaper than therapy.  There's a reason why the site was called Human Nature, after all.