My! Where did all these back scratches come from?!!

It has been a long time since I have posted and I do apologize, but I really shouldn't bc I have saved you from a lot of monotony and embarassment for me!

I had been dating someone, but he turned out to be bi-polar and that was just a big ol' rotten mess. Plus, he was Croatian, and while I do love dating foreigners largely because of their intensity and over-all weirdness, I had a hard time deciphering if he was 'good-weird', or perhaps somewhat 'whacked right-the fuck-out-weird'. Also, not that I need to date someone who is intelligent, but I was concerned at times that he was a little too dumb for me. What I mean is that curious variety of "dangerous-dumb", where people can't reason or seem to realize the conundrum that is spilling out of their mouths while going on some rant about how bisexuals should go to prison (for instance- yes, that was one of his gems). Also, he never laughed at my jokes, which are ALL funny as hell, so there really can't be too much going on up there then, can there be? Anyhoo, he flipped out, and some neighbors came by to see if I was okay and he ran out into the street with no shirt on, with his darling beer gut exposed, trying to flag himself a cab. Ah, such a little nutcase. Too bad though, bc he had a nice one.

Later on I picked up this 23 yr old Newfie ironworker. I did like being able to tell people I was seeing a "23 yr old Newfie Ironworker", especially bc he was so cute, but what good is all that bragging when he has a skinny little wang that just can't do anything for me? What, I ask you!!

And of course, the latest news- I have to go into rehab! I stayed out for 2 days on a wild drug binge and scared my mother half to death so now I must go and pay my dues. Stupid dues. It was retarded of me to do this while I was staying at my parent's house in Nanaimo, instead of waiting until I was back in Vancouver where I can go on wild drug rampages at my own leisure, but I met this sexy guy and all, and damnit if my hormones speak louder than my own sense of reason. And of course I will let you know- he has a lovely, lovely wang. Also, he is 25, which I like bc the young guys seem to appreciate me more- mind you so do the old ones, bc it makes them feel young again, but for some reason that creeps me out. Anyhoo, my 20's have been a blur for the most part, so I have been menatlly arrested since 22. It makes sense that I date younger. Haha- "date". Sigh.

What does one do at rehab? I expect I will hate everyone there and I will closet into myself yelling at people when they try to lay their stupid, gentle, understanding hands on my shoulders. There had better be some hot guys there, but I have a feeling it will be me and a whole whack of street people. No secret weekend warriors like myself- people who carry on banal 9-5 jobs and tear it up over the weekend.

Anyhoo, I will keep writing while in treatment- I expect it will be a gong show that will warrant much documenting!

Love, your favorite slut,
D.S.S.