Perhaps I should shut the hell up.

Not likely. But I do agree with with this email that I got from and old friend and that I shouldn’t print because it was not sent publically, and the writer of the email maintains copyright, and since I’m not a lawyer and I have nothing of worth except some ham radio crap and five year old Macintoshes it won’t matter anyway.

So, here’s the quote:

Don’t these yentas have anything better to do than tell you how to run your (love) life, and criticize your (life) choices? (Obviously, I have the right because I’M YOUR FRIEND.)

So, really:

  1. What the hell are all the hair comments? I only take hair comments from haircare professionals like Megan who make lots more money than I do.
  2. Did anyone notice that for every person that suggests one thing, there are just as many people who suggest the direct opposite?
  3. Did anyone think I was going to start listening to testoterone addled ramblings of firefighters, even if the firefighters are female?
  4. Where did all the Chinese women come from all of a sudden? (I know, Chinese parents.)

So even if I was to take any of the suggestions seriously (OK, so I actually know a couple of the people making the suggestions so I am going to seriously ignore their suggestions rather than flippantly ignore them) I’d have to be schizoaffective disorder to carry them out. It’s so much easier to sit here at home and pretend that these dating sites are going to get me somewhere. Hitting on women at, say, the grocery store just means I’d get 86’ed out of places I need to go to get my daily shopping done.

COME ON PEOPLE. GUYS GET HIT WITH RESTRAINING ORDERS FOR TRYING TOO HARD. FLIRTING HEAVILY ONLY WORKS IF YOU’RE FEMALE. OK, or if you’re really cute and gay like Tom Cruise.

HAHAHAHA. OK, I had to work in a Tom Cruise is gay joke in there. I’ve been slacking on those lately.