I was told last night that I still tell stories better in person and oh, there needs to be more sex in my posts. yeah well, at times, there needs to be more sex in my life. But since I'm currently having a "when it rains, it pours, but I still sleep alone" weekend, I should be able to comply. Once I figure out how to really convey my conversational humourist pathos into print.
Also, if any other ex-boyfriends want to get in on the action, show up on my doorstep now, before I write my piece. It'll save me time in the long run and I can go back to studying for school.