The MAN and the olive branch

Let’s catch ya’ll up.  Wow!  What a fucking week!  Where the fuck to begin?  (If the expletives offend you, this might not be YOUR day darlin.) Look, when a situation is able to zap the sex drive from my entire body… I’d consider that shit a catastrophe!  Life is fucked up enough!  I need my fuckin O’s!  But, I fucked up.  Hey, I’m fucked up and occasionally, i do fuck up. It most definitely happens.  But it’s never intentional or mean-hearted in any way.  I am not that bitch.  So, in shock, I came upon the chat where different people (who DO NOT FUCKIN KNOW ME) were discussing why I stood certain nakedguy up! You shitting me?  Just offering their own two cents on my life and the psychology behind my decision making process.  (Okay, perhaps not the exact words right there. Lol.)

The very first email in my inbox was from a moderator of our panhandle forums.  He thought me too sensitive (I get this), and stated that if I didn’t create a new showcase… I “must not be a world-class provider.” Ooh, them judgements are quick, arent they?! Is it just me or is this MAN a bunch of fuckin men? I’ve never felt so crushed. Now… give into the Bullshit and create a new profile.? Or move on, pride somewhat intact?

So… At this moment, I am folding clean clothes and jammin, and thinkin…  What would you do?  Seriously.  I need to be decided soon.  My rent is due in two days.  Gotta do something.