Things are still falling out of my brain from yesterdays' tet-a-tet with the jack-ass-i-cal soon-to-be-ex o' mine. For instance: his lazy ass that never wanted to do anything, started a company. Not only did he name the company a name that I had dreamed of naming our ranch one day... but he also is using the logo which I created to go on the cross timber above the drive. PLUS , (and here's where it gets interesting) he is claiming that it was all his own idea!
The nerve.
My therapist said that the time will come, when he starts telling lies, but is so obsessed, that he actually believes that he is telling the truth: it protects his fragile "about to go insane" psyche.
The gall.
Now, for something a little different; e.g., E.G.
There is this fabulous novel I read back in 2002. Its author is a friend o' mine. I'm not certain if this novel ever got published... but the characters were so vivid, I almost believed they existed. From the sloppy ham-slurping mayor to the slightly sleezy bra-burning housewife, I believed they all were real. Including the title character whom I can only dream of emulating one day.
Anyways, I re-read parts of the novel this evening, and I still believe that it's true. Somewhere, deep down inside, I believe that the events described really happened, the people were real.. as well as the tears -- especially the tears.
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