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Talked about the lack of sex, not being on the pill, not cleaning, needing space, not waiting until the last minute to discover that I don’t want to go to her house. Apologized. Talked about my son’s mom’s confession about where she will be. Talked about talking with my friend. Talked with my friend about dissatisfaction. She had an interesting theory about relationships themselves. She might end up writing a book. As for myself, however… I am home now. At my home. I have a lot of work to complete today, and can’t fuck around waiting for shit to clear up right now. It’s too bad that we are this way.

For your viewing pleasure: It’s in French!

Interestingly, I discovered that my blog was caught by a “poker”-search and potentially regurgitated in order to direct more readers to that page: Here’s the link- http://news.pokerandblog.com/2008/04/05/19/