When someone pisses you off, drink a beer and go shoot something. Sound advice my friends — sound advice. This is what I will be doing tonight to let off some much needed steam. After four long weeks of emotional fuck me over, I still have not completely rid myself of a dick of a man. My lesson is to never, under any circumstances, lend out property to a man. Specifically one who has been messing with my mind. At any rate, I lent out a guitar, of which, I now must wait another week to try and retrieve. So load me up, and let’s get skeet shooting.
This would all make more sense to you all if I had kept up writing through it all, but I didn’t. Mainly because I was too embarrassed to admit I kept letting a certain man back into my life. I was hoping he would pull his shit together, so I could write about the happy ever after ending. Sadly, and not unexpectedly, the ending was not a happy one. No, no, no — not happy at all. It was a long, painfully irritating, frustratingly, annoying FUCKED up ending. One I would like to be done and fogotten with. However, Mr. Dick has prolonged the ending by one last week. DICK.
In other news, I purchased myself a tennis racket last night. I’ve decided to take up tennis, so I signed up for a lesson which takes place next Wednesday night. I’m not sure why I’m doing this. I have no one to play with once I learn how, but who knows. Maybe the universe will get it right next time, and it will send me a great man who enjoys playing tennis. As mentioned earlier, I’m off to do some skeet shooting tonight. It’s a work thing. We are part of a local construction association, and they put this event on every year. I TOTALLY suck at it, but there is free food and beer — need I say more.
I’ve made a little promise to myself to get myself back on track. That includes posting regularily. I’m not normally one to let a man twist my life around so dramatically, but it happened and I need to get on with it. I’m still reeling from the experience, and if honest, still a little sad at the outcome. My hopes were high; I had liked him at first. He was good at hiding his true self, and I was naive to believe his bullshit. Lesson learned. On that note, I’m off to change into something more shooting appropriate. “PULL”