I signed the contract, so Angelina at the Serrano is coming soon from Rochak Publishing. $17 paperback on Amazon.
Hey fellas, if you're chatting up a lady on Valentines Day ends with her having to block you after rejecting you, you are doing it wrong.
Every Valentines Day I watch Evita. It's the perfect cynical love and life are temporary grief more permanent and power more durable. And Madonna is amazing.
It is true that men need women way more than women need men. I just dodged a bullet in my second lonely hearts let's hit up single women pre Valentine's Day chat.
But the heats on now, so who cares.
It only got weird after the handyman left then got on his cell phone on my porch to bitch about how gross the batteries I found were. I'm like dude, I just paid you $99 for something I could have done myself, be remotely professional and get off my lawn.
Hee hee hee.
I mean, ladies, if a handyman confronted you with needing AA batteries, where would you look?
And no one needs to know where the batteries that went in the thermostat came from, I was as nonchalant as one can be given that situation. A surprise, I thought it needed some special battery like a car does.