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mspixieears says...

I was in some sort of video game. The video game resembled work. A woman told me off because she said 'take down' to me and I didn't understand what she meant. I asked her, and she told me to stop being smart with her. I said I really didn't know what she meant and was sorry. She just told me to drop what I was holding and leave, as all employees were instructed to do so.

There was a part of the place we were in that was the 'hard' part of the video game. We all kept getting killed.

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My mother and brother were arguing. Apparently the only way I could settle the argument was by phoning Stephen Fry. I rang him, and we were looking at the same page of a book, comparing the illustration. I corrected him and he thanked me. I was telling my brother and mother that I corrected Stephen Fry who knows all about something! They didn't know who he was. I didn't understand how they could not know when we'd all lived in England for so long.

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mspixieears says...

I was in bed with both a male and female friend. We were all naked in about to begin having a threesome.

The male friend was my lover, whereas the female friend just a friend, who lives abroad. She took great fancy to my lover, understandably so, I thought. They began to kiss and he said he liked kissing her. Unexpectedly, I became jealous. More so when my female friend insisted on having sex with my lover, as if I weren’t even there. He asked me for my permission to do so and reluctantly I said I’d prefer for him not to, but I didn’t feel right forbidding him as such. It looked like they were about to proceed so I left the bed, upset.

I don’t know whose house it was – it didn’t look familiar. I heard movement in the house. My lover had left the bed and decided not to sleep with my friend, but she was chasing him. She desired him deeply and was very vocal about it. I could hear her even though I was in another far wing of the house. My lover went into a room and started to talk to someone on the phone. Still naked, I went and put my head to the ornate wooden door. I didn’t know what he was talking about, or to whom. I just wanted him to talk to me but he seemed so preoccupied. My friend’s voice became hysterical as she called for my lover. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to talk to him, but I wasn’t interested in dissuading him from being with someone else. It didn’t really make much sense.

 

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mspixieears says...

 An ex-friend was being a creep and stroking me on the back in a placating manner. I was frightened because she was mad at me. Then there was some kind of party. Family friends were there, and my mobile phone battery fell apart into several small pieces so I bought another one. Thankfully I had enough money to get one.

I took a work-related call that was over twelve minutes long, at home. Then I went travelling to some Japanese-inspired resorts and somehow ran into this other ex-friend - a very snobby rich girl who was not open-minded. I think she tried to throw me in a nearby river.

I wrote a three-line poem. I cannot remember the first line, which was a full, complete sentence but the next two lines were:

I'm broken

m(end *e)

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I don't know about you but I thought this post was so blog-worthy I had to count to ten and then sleep on it before I could coherently post without all the expletives I wanted to use. Are you effing kidding me?! I will take ownership of the fact that I've embarked on what marketing folk might call a dating direct mail campaign. See the thing with direct mail is you send out thousands of pieces of mail. Now the return on investment here is quite low, there's generally a 1-4% return rate. However, that 1-4% return can be very lucrative. It's just a matter of blanketing enough people to find a couple suckers who will send you money/buy your product.

 
See the thing is I'd been talking to this one 'classy' and 'sexy' chap who was actually quite funny. Not very attractive but had a nice smile and more importantly could put a smile on my face. Said gentleman was heading out of town for a few weeks and wanted to 'chat' before he left. Not sure if this was him trying to mark imaginary territory or figure out if I am/was worth the effort. I have to tell you guys I HATE talking on the phone. I like it as much as getting a Brazilian in December on a skytrain platform. Not that this has happened but I imagine it's a similar feeling to how much I like talking on the phone. I caved, I thought not everyone is as antisocial as I am I'll suck it up and at worse it's a blog post regarding my inhumane fear of the telephone.
 
Oh is it ever a blog post! I'll spare you all the gory details about how he thinks Enrique Iglesias is a stand up guy for going into the business of extra small condoms or how he refused to tell me what he does for a living for fear that it might scare me away. After talking to this dude for 45 minutes (YES 45 MINUTES!) this Minnie Mouse impersonator asked me what my name was?!!??!?!?!?!? WTF. Really? Somehow buddy tried to backpedal his way out of it and told me I was an insecure person for being offended that he forgot my name. If I really thought anything worthwhile about myself I wouldn't care. How about that's the most inconsiderate and lazy thing a person can do. Forget your name after you've been talking for at least two weeks. Words cannot fully describe how offended I was...still am. Not only do you insult me by forgetting my name after speaking for a good length of time, but then you follow it up with an attack on my self estimate. Good luck with that. It's funny too because he was trying to convince me that women in Vancouver are frigid and unfriendly. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that in this case it's you. Not them. Not me. It's you. Case closed. You probably take women out to dinner and ask them if they should eat that or maybe they should skip dessert. Wow.
 
This brings me back to the direct mail campaign. The technology they use nowadays is quite impressive. The other day I got a postcard puzzle contraption from some tourism bureau. I actually opened it instead of chucking it in the garbage. Want to know why I opened it instead of sending it to file 13? It was personalized. With my name on it.
 
-SG 

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mspixieears says...

My friend SM went nuts at me on phone because I couldn't see her. I tried to talk but she wouldn't hear what I had to say. I became distressed, anxious.

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