December 18, 2008
I’m a Cruel, Cruel Bitch - by Kitty So I asked Tony Pepperoni to mail me back a small little thing of mine that he had. It wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but it was mine and I wanted it, dammit! And like a grown-up, he did. In the envelope with the trinket, in his somewhat childish scrawl was a note. Its sentiment was sweet, I guess, noting how this was “hard for him, too.” Not hard enough not to bang Paperbag Head, though. What infuriated me was how he closed the thing with “Love always, me”. Don’t fucking love-always-me ME, mister! You have no right. Ahem. Hello, high horse! Today, against my own better judgment I IM’ed him to say a very quick, “Thanks for sending the thing.” Now why I did such a thing knowing that I’d be taking the blue pill (or the red one …. whichever one it was that Alice took) and jumping down that rabbit hole, I cannot say. One thing led to another and soon we were rehashing things with a kind of level-headedness that I am not often prone to. And it was quite nice to talk to him. When it became apparent that feelings were not totally dead, I did not discourage him. I let him tell me about how he still felt for me, etc., knowing full well that he is still  “in a relationship with” Paperbag Head. I may have even encouraged it.  The whole time I was smirking to myself in a self-satisfied sort of way thinking that poor Paperbag Head didn’t know who she was up against. And now, as he is still texting me on his way home, I am willing to say that he will be FB-dumping her in the next week. I am willing to take bets. I am also willing to bet that I’m an absolute fucking bitch.

I’m a Cruel, Cruel Bitch - by Kitty

So I asked Tony Pepperoni to mail me back a small little thing of mine that he had. It wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but it was mine and I wanted it, dammit! And like a grown-up, he did. In the envelope with the trinket, in his somewhat childish scrawl was a note. Its sentiment was sweet, I guess, noting how this was “hard for him, too.” Not hard enough not to bang Paperbag Head, though. What infuriated me was how he closed the thing with “Love always, me”. Don’t fucking love-always-me ME, mister! You have no right. Ahem. Hello, high horse!

Today, against my own better judgment I IM’ed him to say a very quick, “Thanks for sending the thing.” Now why I did such a thing knowing that I’d be taking the blue pill (or the red one …. whichever one it was that Alice took) and jumping down that rabbit hole, I cannot say. One thing led to another and soon we were rehashing things with a kind of level-headedness that I am not often prone to. And it was quite nice to talk to him. When it became apparent that feelings were not totally dead, I did not discourage him. I let him tell me about how he still felt for me, etc., knowing full well that he is still  “in a relationship with” Paperbag Head. I may have even encouraged it.  The whole time I was smirking to myself in a self-satisfied sort of way thinking that poor Paperbag Head didn’t know who she was up against. And now, as he is still texting me on his way home, I am willing to say that he will be FB-dumping her in the next week. I am willing to take bets. I am also willing to bet that I’m an absolute fucking bitch.

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