Case Number 3
Meet: The Heartsmasher.
There comes a time in a long relationship where you think that you have finally found "the one". You spend month after month with this person believing that your future with him/her is all peaches & cream, you even visualize yourself living with him/her in a two-story house in the suburbs, with a white picket fence, lovely neighbors who bring you pie every weekend and don't mind the ungodly screams you make when you have sex, and of course, a gorgeous toy poodle named Frou-Frou. Lord, am I fucked up or what.
I met this guy in a bar.
Ok, that's a bad way to start a conversation about relationships, since bars are absolutely the last place you meet people for something serious. Then again, I have never gone to bars with those intentions. But things have a way of happening. So stop thinking ...Keep reading.

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(...Continued from last post's mental jerk-off)

Case Number Two.
Meet: the beach bum. I met this loser during a season in my life where I went to the beach almost every day, for no reason, and just lie there soaking up some sun and eyeing the very meager selection of attractive specimens. I just didn't feel like being home all afternoon after classes.
There were always only a couple of cute lookin' gringos, the rest of the men there looked like they came straight out of a construction site. And they wouldn't stop staring at me. The horror.
One day I see this tanned, dark-haired guy with spiky hair and huge sunglasses lying in a beach chair staring at me. I stare back to see how long he could stand just oogling at me like an idiot, until I see him moving his head to the side as if saying "c'mere, ...Keep reading.

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I went to the eye doctors today on my lunch break. I had been postponing my visit since almost three weeks ago, thanks to my god-awful short term memory, which failed to remind me to go day after day, since an appointment is not necessary. Until my pissed off mother reminded me of the horrible fate that befalls someone who fails to show up for four weeks in a row (No more free check-ups). Incredible how a pissed off succubus can jump-start your memory. I sure as hell didn't forget to go today.
When the doctor checked my eyes, he said my tears are Contaminated. What the fuck? I imagined glowing, green ooze seeping from my eyes at that moment.

Why do I get such bizarre mental pictures when I'm at that clinic?

In another subject, I was discussing something with my significant other which left me thinking. We were talking about ...Keep reading.

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There are times when I wished I knew how to forge a few entries in my birth certificate so I could prove I don't belong to this family so I don't have to go through days like these. They're not bad people, but seriously, the things I have to put up with.
Today's ordeal was going to happen at my sister's house, or, as I like to call it, "Bores-the-fucking-hell-out-of-me" Manor. The turkey in this house had been primped since 3 days ago. By my dad. Amazing how someone so crass can make turkey taste so good.
Things started to go downhill when I was told I was the designated driver. Which meant that the whole trip would be reduced to people all around me screaming: "you're going too fast!", "slow down!", "why didn't you skip that hole?", "watch out for that car!", etc.
Then I notice they start packing ...Keep reading.

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I am hours away from having a pulsating beam of light pierce my cornea and carve a shape inside my eye. I am also petrified at the thought of anything going wrong, but I suppose that's normal before any surgical procedure. Especially when I've never been operated in my life.

Surgery. After watching things like Nip/Tuck, Extreme Makeover, The Swan and Dr. 90210, I expect sharp, glistening stainless steel blades lying around, blood-splattered walls and floors, fat-sucking vacuums and tiny whirring saws being brandished by crazy-eyed doctors with blood-stained scrubs and a nurse that has a fuller mustache than I do. It's just the sound of that word. Surgery. Yech. I fucking hate it.
Then there's the laser thing. They're gonna shoot a beam of laser, people! A fucking laser inside my eyes! the same kind you see ripping through steel in action movies, threatening to cut ...Keep reading.

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