I’m still alive, blah blah blah. I try to blog but it’s elsewhere. I keep meaning to do something cool with the front page but haven’t gotten around to it yet. If I get ‘er done, of course you’ll know.

This Emotional Vampire Bar is still closed for business, permanently. Do not bring that shit here, to my phone, or into my life in any other possible way. If you’re crazy, get therapy. If you’re a drunk, go to AA. If you can’t pick your own damn socks up, hire a maid and pay better than minimum wage. If you’re horny, get lube and toys ’cause you’re not entitled to someone else’s warm body (or cold, either–EW). If you’re pining after some bimbo, I’m not your bookmark til she’s available. If you’re bitter about something between us, I probably already tried to bridge that gap with you and you couldn’t possibly be bothered. Make it worth my while in a way that doesn’t make me want to take out a restraining order against you and maybe we can talk it over. Which means I’ll never hear from you again.

No, I’m not going to the reunion later this year. No one has given me good enough reason, and there’s at least one very good reason NOT to that is now running around southern and western Tennessee on a fairly regular basis.

I am, however, amenable to making friends on Facebook if you are not a batshit insane teabagger. And if the last word describes you, so do the first two, automatically. Buh-bye.

OK, I think I covered everything for now. Ta.