Books Vs. Men

I'm fairly certain if given the choice between one incredible night of sex and a night of reading an incredible book, I'd choose the book. I'm not always in the mood for sex, but if I'm in the mood to read, the book is there. Hard, ready, and waiting to please. No mess to clean up when I'm done. If I want to, I can skip right to the good part and not have to worry about disappointing anyone. If I decide half-way through, it's just not living up to my expectations, I can put it in the reject pile and not have to worry about anyone's bruised egos. If I decide I want to finish it later, I'm not leaving anyone in a lurch. With a book, you always know before you even start, how big it really is. You can even read a used book and not have to worry about who's had it before you and what disease it might have. A book won't hog the covers and drool on you. It's ok to pass the book on to your best friend or co-worker when you're done with it. You can read a book all night for one night, then never pick it up again, with little to no regret. It's ok to go back and visit an old favorite whenever the mood strikes...

I'm sure this will be continued....

When it rains, it effing pours.

Dude(s) Seriously? Effing Seriously?

Buckeye Boy- Some fucking nerve you have. Asking your former mistress how to deal with a situation concerning your wife and current mistress. You deserve whatever happens to you. I hope you get an STD or ED.

M.H.- I don't even know where to begin. Do you really need a THIRD baby mama? Perhaps if you tried to make it work with #2 instead of living in the past, you wouldn't need a third. Just saying. But it would be fun to make out with you, just for old times sake. You were an awesome kisser.

G.I. Joe- Holy shit. What the fuck can of worms did we crack open? This should prove interesting. Looking forward to the reunion.

Q- old faithful. comfortable. can't live with you, find it even harder without you at times. You make sense on paper and in my head. I wish I could love you.

Blue Eyed Boy- FUCK YOU. What's so hard for me to believe is that I still can't believe the bullshit you pull. You are the only person in the world that can tear down all my walls with just a look, a touch, or one word. YOU are the one that left. Why can't you just stay gone? You're sorry that you hurt me, you say you don't want to hurt me again. JUST FUCKING STOP. Let me move on. Please. I used to want my friend back, but after what you did, I can't look at you the same way.