I think about posting something new quite often. Suppose that when the desire meets the action, I'll get exactly that... a little active posting. KInd of like 'when the rubber meets the road.' Now, THAT was profound!
Got a 'blast from the past' a couple of days ago. Heard from a former 'boyfriend' (I use that term verrrrrrrrrrry loosely). Last saw him almost 15 years ago - right before I moved up to Pittsburgh. He was STILL in school & had not yet achieved 'the Next Stanley Kubrick' status as had been his trajectory back in the 1990's.
Oh, yeah - he DID call my mother's number back around Christmas of 2003. I GUESS it's flattering that someone seems to thinks of me fondly, but, since the relationship ended badly... well, I always wonder what he wants.
Towards the end of the ill-fated, short-lived partnership, he called my parents to inform them of my alleged drug use and, oh, by the way, 'I got a ticket in Cynthia's car & could you pay it? After all, even though she warned me that the registration had expired & she had no auto insurance, I chose to drive the car anyway. You see, one of her headlights was out & I got pulled over driving after dark. Yeah, I have my own car, but hers had a/c. Anyway, I'm just a struggling student & it was Cyn's fault that I got the tickets. Plural. Three, to be exact - uh, yeah, I was driving without my license, too. But it was HER fault. If her car had been up to snuff, I never would have been stopped.'
Thanks, Mom & Dad. You paid all three of the jaggoffs' tickets & I had to pay you back. And thank YOU, Paul.
Now, why is it that you're calling me?