insufferable optimism

it's hard to lament the tragedy of my broken heart when my girls represent proper. i drunk-typed deep in the throws of sorrow and liquor last night and broke the news. i don't do honest confessions...ever, but i went for it and it fucking failed like Bush on Foreign Policy. so, naturally, i'm devastate. my heart's desire. the only man i want. the only man i think about responded with a big, fat, Issa-esk, "NAAAAWWWWW!"

since then, ALL of my girls --every single one of them-- has contacted me in some way. that's love.

it's hard to be crushed by one man with some many beautiful women at my back.