i know you’re just edging to know what happened

i know its hard, but just take your hands off your KEYBOARD for a second, darlings

[whoever finds the most sexual euphemisms in the above wins a prize ]

I just got back from working out, so the endorphines are flowing through my heads. im proud of myself…i bought a gym membership. it was expensive, so im forced to use it. maybe now i’ll be able to get some ass. a charming personality (trust me, i have one) only gets you so far in the new york scene. but im new here so im sure ill learn the hard way.

ok. count those, too, for a bigger prize.

apparently m.hal has a fan club. im jealous. so im writing this little follow up  instead of him. its ok because as the man in the relationship i get to make the decisions. except for when im being the woman, which is sometimes nice.

so as the legend of le boy and pretty pretty princess goes…

both of our protagonists had parted ways…and sure as a suicide bomber, they had to let it all out. The only way to do this, naturally, was to turn to their blogpowers in hopes of experiencing some sort of catharsis. jerking off just wasnt an option i guess

They they thought and they thought. Tangoing with their inner bitch, wrestling with their respective egos, and finally figuring, “hey. what the hell”

after each was able to read and react to the others digital diary, lo and behold, a miracle doth come! In the form of text messaging, the little gay messiah sparkled from the 248 to the… well 248. via the 212. but anyway. Sans awkwardness and suspense, txtmsging cnt’d. There was no anger or triteness or sarcasm. In fact, it was slightly annoying since i enjoyed a day of peace. :sigh:

And as with any good fairy tale (get it?) it wasnt long before apologies were proffered and the whole situation was thrown by the wayside. It was out of our heads like perez is out of the closet. I believe the cause for this amazing phenomenon–throwing by the wayside, not being out–is a rare characteristic, indeed found amongst very few who find themselves in similar scenarios. That phenomenon is called maturity. or, sometimes, good ol fashioned rationale. By golly, these people can deal with shit. i know right, i dont get it either. someone call the networks, we’ve got a show to pitch (please. call them.)
So, after prince charming kissed snow white, rapunzle spun her hair (idk how that one ended…) and ariel became a human (ok, bad decision number 1), Barbie’s happy, el Chico’s feliz, and Walt Disney isn’t turning in his grave.

The world hath continued to revolve and text messeges hath not ceased to flow-ith. It’s understandably a difficult time for those who thrive off other people’s difficult situations (if you could call the situation difficult), so if you’re in need of some consoling I’d recommend just posting a comment or something. and if you realllyy need something else to do, count all the sexual references in this post. or tell me how much more you love “the other’s” writing. either way, i hope you all are maybe a little more towards the edge…of your seat.

that was so lame.