i...like many chosen single non heterosexuals...have a merried of "drugs" when choose'n a potential failure as a runn'n mate fer a period of time...
my latest and potentially the most damage'n "drug" to my cochlea...
12th studio album due out march 26th...
which i already can't get enough of her latest...and her 38th top 10 hit
beat'n out the KING & some bugs as the artist with the most 10 ten hits ever
followed by her OUT-OF-THIS-AMAZE'N WORLD tour...i'll do what i can to help out...her poor neglected...underpriveldged children need love to!
but i digress...
in your 20's...you were judge...jury...executioner...defendant and plantiff on how you looked and what you wore when you went out with yer gaggle of gays and the one token fag hag who felt like the luckiest bitch on earth
i somehow always felt like i had become some sorta surrogate therapist
so instead...i'd rummage around for the leftovers at any bar close
stroll fer a troll in the wee hours of the nite in the park fer a ride home...
by the time i hit my 30's...i knew i was goin' to become a romantic wreck
not once...not twice...and by the third time...i was no longer a laydee...
but i did it anyways...cuz i figered i needed to evolve beyond the bar stools and the bad morn'n after pills i picked up from the nite before...and cuz i was too lazy to commit suicide!
well...20 years later...and into my 40's...i feel like i'm back in my 20's and look'n like my 30's...but with alot less hope...alot less hair and alot less tolerance fer find'n a potential failure in my own age box...don't take that the wrong way though...i'm just not desperate and i'm not just gonna settle fer sangria and sausage links for breakfast anymore!
being hit with the recent recession has made a HUGE impact on the way we 40+ single non heterosexuals go about conduct'n our "free time"
no one can afford the $10 covers...or feel they should have to anymore
a magority of us have succombed to the online hook up...and for the most part...yer choices are between meth heads or manic depressants who've replaced their overhead lamps with dollar store tea lights in hopes you don't notice that they had to cancel their gym membership...
and yer lucky if you will even meet the photochopped f*cker on the other end of the informational highway...cuz the superficiality bar has been raised so high...
that when ya finally do...they're usually try'n to recreate the image they sent ya by pose'n like some egyptian hieroglyphic anyways
it's just delete...delete...delete!
and speak'n of my own experiences...it's no surprise that viagra sales are soar'n when all the things that make a date with a new mo' interest'n these days are reduced to simple formula of boredom
and ps...btw...they ought to be personally erect'n a life size crucifix with my name on it...cuz 20 years ago...i was one of thee original governmental test bunnies who got that pill approved fer their erectcreational pleasures
recently...i received an email from some online porker with an axe to grind with me...who i never had met...that i can recall...from 10 years ago apparently
i thought...oh...what perfect time'n!
lett'n me know i looked like (and this is a direct quote) "a moron wear'n your shades" thru the downtown mousetrap systems on my daily breaks
don't EVEN get me started on unreturnable texts in a timely manner
basically...it breaks down like this...
online meet-n-greets are like stars from the 2nd cast of Designing Women
meet'n in person is much better than try'n to read a wreck wait'n to happen!
so it looks like i will need a new kinda "drug"...since my preferred method
(ummm...insert laugh here if you haven't)
it's human nature...if you want it...just ask...i just might...if not...don't worry abod' it...and puhleez...get off my dress!