You know what I hate? You know what I really hate? I hate when I flirt with someone, just for fun, just being silly, and they rear all back like it's the Creature From the Black Lagoon hitting on them or something.

I mean, I know I'm no great prize, I am not the kind of person that people passing by on the street think, "My God, who is this sparkling diamond? I am blinded by her beauty!" but neither am I the ugliest person ever to walk the planet, and therefor I think that such a reaction, as though a little flirting back would make me throw myself to my knees and immediately stuff your dick into my mouth right here at the office in front of God and everyone, while you flail ineffectually at my shoulders, pounding and weeping, is somewhat over the top.

If you don't find me attractive, fine, if you don't want to fuck me and don't want to give me the wrong impression, that's fine too, but would it kill you to refrain from vomiting just because I said that I like guys named Bob?

Thank you, and fuck you.

I don't have time to do Lenten Entries Missed today, so let me just kindly point you in the direction of the wonderful, the charming, the hilarious Mimi Smartypants.

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Today's horoscope:
Reach for the heights. You can fly high in love today, just don't be so foolhardy you risk crashing to the ground.

One year ago today:
I'm in some sort of bizarre story where the girl just keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger until (presumably after a waffer-theen meent), she pops.

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