AAAARRRGGGHHHH.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

I just wrote out a bunch of fabulously humorous shit about all the coincidences of place I have experienced.  Like a friend living in the house where my ex dickhead beau once lived with his eventual dyke-loving ex-wife after she sold it to a womyn from her drumming circle, who I later met and saw naked in a hot tub. 

Somehow, though, through a key combo I haven't figured out or a lingering mouse click the new MacBook fucks some clickety click bullshit in FireFox and gone, gone, gone, fucking gone.  Humor, brilliance, late night babbling gone.

Computers should suck my cock.  Figuratively, of course, since I am cockless.

The point is a chick from work is leaving.  She's moving to Cambridge, 'cuz there's some big school there or something.  And, judging by her description, she'll be in M.'s old neighborhood.

And, I went out with people from work, just like used to happen in other jobs before the bad, horrible place.  Nothing bad or horrible happened, of which I know.  Except the waitress shushed us.  Shhh, keep it down ladies.  Yeah, again, suck my figurative cock.

Oh, one last thing, I really, really, really hate the chick who is lawyering for me.  She can suck the imaginary cock, not once but twice.  Suck it, lawyer lady.  Suck it.