The End of an Era

Really? We have spent the last three and better years in and out of love and in between and you can't even spare me 10 minutes to answer an email that was VERY important to me? Funny how you show right up, ready to play the knight in shining armor when I don't ask or want you to, but you have never managed, not even once, to be there for me in any form when it actually mattered. I never ask you for anything, and this is why. You think you are not mean because you don't hit, but you are and I have always forgiven you everything, but not this. You are relegated to acquaintance only.

And go fuck yourself.

What Gives You The Right?

I am going to tell you what is so insidious about monitoring where people go online, especially in their own home, especially in their own computer.  It is akin to invading a person's thoughts, as they make one connection to another, skipping blithely along the world wide web.

Dear neighbor,

I apologize for "borrowing" your internet but it seems mine is no longer my own, and having to make justifications for what websites I visit when just does not jive with me.  I'll bake you some banana bread, okay?

Yours,

~M

*sigh*

These things  are definitely my own fault, but I'm learning as I go.