New Thoughts
Let's Try It On

Nothing like some Thyroid medicine, a good strong cup of coffee and one of two remaining cigarettes to get you going in the morning. I just had a dream that she came bounding into her apartment (dream scenario since she now has her house) in her pajamas. She quips, all happy, "I have an interview this morning."

"Where have you been?" I ask.

"Gary's house". Gary? Who's Gary? She tosses a CD at me and he's some hot looking musician dude. A sax player I think. "He's hot" I say. She just says "Yes" from inside her closet where she's dressing. So I reply, "So, your now having sex with Gary St. James, Saul and me?"

At this point, in real life, I wake up and decide maybe she's right. Maybe real love does not ever exist and I should go out and give this Free Lovin' Hippee Chick shit a try. I've been hitting the gym and the treadmill pretty hard. Soon I'll be in real shape again and I have a plan.

I'm going to hit the clubs or "clurbs" as I call them. I'm taking my ex, Helga, with me. As I tap good looking girls on the shoulder, they look me up and down and laugh, I'll have Helga look at them and say "She has skills. Real SKILLS."

I once made up this saying for my current x-girl when we were driving around in my car (knowing somewhere in my soul who she really was.)

"Girls like you should always carry Cab Fare." I just text paged it to her along with "Good morning".

So, I'm off to the gym now to continue my reconstruction. Wish me luck on the Happy Hippee Trail.

Signing off,

Angry Lesbian
11/12/05