Does anyone ever get the feeling that some things are best left unsaid? I'm willing to put this out here since I know she probably never wants anything to do with me ever again, but does anyone think things could've worked out between Andrea and I. If she hadn't overreacted to all that stuff with her and Fred and all that, I think something awesome could've happened. I don't even mean sexually... I know there is little I could've done to change things at this point, but should I try? Try to, you know, make amends at least? Or at least hear her say I'm sorry?

While I'm on here....

OK, so I am starting to think that I need to switch phone carriers. I went through four different handsets in the last week and a half and each one of them has a static hum halfway through the calls. Apparently, all my friends have the same problem (and we all are on the same carrier). It is getting ridiculous. I've been trying to look up reasons why this has been happening but I keep getting different answers each time I ask. “We built a new tower for 5G connectivity.” “Your neighborhood just installed a new satellite dish.” Etc. Has anyone else had this problem or know anyone who has? If so, I would really appreciate the troubleshooting.

Cleaning out the hard drive, found this...

Is it just me or do people take St. Patrick's Day too far? I have green eyes and a shirt with a green embroidery and suddenly I get my arm pinched a dozen times? I'm not even Irish; the closest my family tree ever got to that country was England, and I personally see that as a conflict of interest. I am all for getting drunk. Hell, I might have a few shots before the end of the really good (or really really bad) day. But do you need to assault the cones of my eyes with so much freaking green?

Wow, I can't believe the nasty email I got from Andrea in response to my last post. I mean I know most of you guys who read my blog do so every so often because you find me so fascinating but damn. Here I go, spilling my heart onto plastic and silicon and she starts talking about her problems. Expressiveness this and in-your-pants that. You know what I think? I think I owe Fred an apology. Call me crazy, and I might just be spreading a rumor, but I think he is canoodling with Andrea. Good for him; she's a stunner. I guess he is getting off, just not a massage parlor. My apologies, good pal. But you could've told me so I don't a) look like an ass and make passes at your girl and b) think you are abandoning our script meetings. Andrea, if this is true, I'll move on and be OK. If not, it's up to you to prove me wrong. I don't like being toyed with.

Women

What is it with Shelilah? I can't tell what she wanted from me except my sanity. You don't be friends with someone for 8 years, sleep with them, and then claim your a lesbian. That's. Not. Gonna. Fly. I mean come on, really? We had something going on. And while I'm on crazy girls, what about my other ex, Chrissy? Abstenance is fine and all, but I don't buy it that Jesus would accept her having some dude who is not married to her (me) do all the things we did or talked about either. Yes ladies, I do that and those other things for you that your last date skipped ;). But Andrea. You're the biggest puzzle out there. If you're going to flirt with me that much, it's great. I kinda like you. But don't be shocked when I try to follow through. How is a response any less valid just because I can't seem to speak my words as eloquently as imagine them?

What's all the racket?

I saw a large crowd gather outside my home this morning. First I thought the police had surrounded me, then I started hearing chanting. Great: Protestors. I threw on some pants and stowed my camera in a backpack. Once on the street, I could see hundreds of people lined up, heading down town. What the hell are they up to and why couldn't they do this at a more convenient hour? Like Noon? I was trying to sleep, and thus don't care about your damn cause because I'm too damn tired. I started reading the signs and T-shirts when I got into the thick of it. Apparently they want less f*cked up government and more money. Right on, I can dig that. But then they break out this relic of a folk singer who starts playing crappy polkas and line dances about getting arrested for your morals and comparing her battle to that of anti-slavery and pro-suffrage groups. Hooey. Hooey, I say. No one is listening to you. No one cares, Ms. Guitar Lady. The difference between your movement and those movements is you aren't willing to fight for them. Abolitionists at had the right mind to whoop asses and smuggle people out of the country; they didn't sit outside the capitals of South Carolina and Georgia and bitch and moan.

That asshole

I can't believe what has been going on here. I was supposed to meet up with my buddies Fred and Ethan for a script meeting and Fred didn't show up! We only meet for scripts like, what? Once or twice a month? And the son of a bitch cancels last minute because he had to go see a “doctor.” I'm calling shenanigans on this; until proven otherwise, I am going to just assume he went to a rub and tug parlor. I refuse to believe that he couldn't make an appointment for his “colonoscopy” on Monday. It's not like he has anything better to do this week!