Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

Tuesday, January 18, 2005: M was supposed go out with L last night, but ended up not going. They didn't have any definitive plans, he was just going to meet her at his house and figure it out from there. He expected me to want to make love to him when he got home and when I said no, he got pissed and said he wasn't going then. He called her and said something came up so he wouldn't be coming over.

He doesn't want to believe that she wants something other than to be just friends. She keeps insisting that she just wants to be friends. However, someone who wants to be friends, does not blow the phone up, calling all the time. Plus, she wants to see him constantly. Hello?? Just friends but you want to see him all the time. Then when he has other obligations, she gets an attitude.

Now he's on the phone with her and she's telling him that he can do what he wants as long as he continues to say the right things. Yeah, but she doesn't want a relationship? Sure, and I'm a Swedish super model. So, whatever. I think he likes being the object of someone else's affections. It strokes his ego. He won't admit to it, but that's how he is. (He doesn't like what I'm writing.)

Then there is D. He calls me all the time now! Every day. Two times a day. Why are men so difficult to read? When I wanted him to call, he never did. Now that I'm neutral, he calls all the time. WHY? I don't want to go down that road again. It was fun once, but I'm not getting caught up in that mix again. I still want to be friends, but that's it. (Again, M doesn't believe that.)

So, back to L. I know women, since I am one. If she didn't want to be in a relationship, she wouldn't care if he called or not. I know because I contemplated being in a relationship with D so when he didn't call, it mattered. Now that he is calling all the time, it doesn't matter. (Yes M, I am being honest, otherwise I would pick up the phone when he calls.)

She wants to see him on Thursday. He can't because I'm having an Inaugural Party. It would be difficult to explain to my mom and sister that he's going out with his girlfriend. Somehow, I just don't think they'd understand. (No, I will not stop calling her that...she's on your jock, riding it hard. Deal with it.)

OK, on to some mundane things. If you hate the way that Ashlee Simpson sings (and I use that term loosely because you can't honestly call what she does, singing) please go and sign this petition. For the love of all things sacred, sign this petition. Hell, I can't sing and I know that. She needs to stop embarrassing herself and give it up. Someone needs to explain nepotism to her. She got where she is because of Jessica. No other reason than that. Jessica can sing (she looks like she's giving birth while doing it, but she still has a great voice.)

By the way, the site meter has risen substantially in the past few days. No one knows how to put Windows Media Player into a blog? It's not going to be the annoying kind that comes on as soon as the page loads. You would be able to choose to listen to music or not. Please. I'm begging. Shamelessly.

Mich