Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Oiy! If you've read this blog over the past year or so you know about Jackass. Clearly, there's no need for me to remind you, and if you're that upset I didn't provide a hyperlink to his exceptional level of stupidity just look through the archives...like February for example. Anywho, I'm Crackberry blogger at the moment so deal. I've had my rebound. Last April, to be exact. Yes, 2009 was my last contact. And yes, it sounds even more pathetic once I say it than just knowing it. None-the-less, I'm ready to date again. Yea, I just heard jaws drop. Bite me. I am. But here's the problem, or problems per se. 1. I have little patience for stupidity. I have little tolerance for masquerades. I do not believe in settling. More so, a good friend once told me that there are two kinds of women: those who are good with men and those who are good with horses and dogs. Guess which category he put me into? Hence, dating is a strange plane for me and one that scares...

Dear February, In your first nine days of life, you managed to suck the life-blood, hope, and joy right out of me.  First I got more joy of the nonsense of Jackass, as if anyone could have forgotten Looser McGee's blunder of the century ,  then I found out Heather died, and the month kept on rolling. At some point the damned Sandman forgot my address, and he has continued to bypass my house, and classes started at new prisons.  My personal favorite of that experience was that on a Monday I went in and all was fine.  On Wednesday, in the SAME pants from Monday, I was not okay.  My pants were too tight, yada yada yada, and then I got told that sitting on a desk while teaching is advertising.  I'm still pissed about that one.  But, I get over it long enough to teach.  There was an issue with a student, and I just won't go there.  Let's just say that I'll be fine.  I always am.  The anniversary of my brother's death came and went...