well poop. having a good/bad situation.

good - we got free tickets for a baseball game and got enough to take mac's friend and family (mom and sister).

bad - I just talked to the mom and the kids will be with their dad that day. The cheating, lying, taking the divorce to court dad that I have no interest in meeting.

ugh.

I lived with one guy and was good friends with his best friend, and they seemed to know nothing about each other's relationships and shit. I kept stepping in it, I thought, when I'd say stuff, but it would turn out that they really didn't care about each other's love lives. It was so weird. They'd been in school together for ten years. Each of them would spend hours telling me their shit, but I never worked out what they talked about to each other.

I thought het guys weren't supposed to have long emotional relationship conversations with other guys.

I think it's nice.

Hmph. I am also missing milk. Soy milk, though. Which I need for my cereal, which I am having for dinner, to kickstart my lower calorie habits. The SO is bringing it home, because he said he'd be home by dinnertime and he texted me about it two hours ago.

And I started to complain about it, then heard a car and felt guilty about bitching. But it wasn't his car! And now I am totally clear to bitch because I think 6:30 is officially dinnertime, and I am hungry!

I could have just gotten it today, but I didn't. And I could just go to the little general store, but they only have milk milk. I've got about ten minutes before I give up and make, like, spaghetti.

I think it's nice.

I think it would be awesome, if the men I knew actually did it without having to be drunk or otherwise altered.

I know what ita means, though. One of S.'s friends used to call the house during the day when he knew S. was at work, purportedly to leave a message for S. with me, and then would keep me on the phone for an hour, talking about his girlfriend and his job and whatever.

I think it's nice

Guy in line was not a template. I wouldn't listen to him. He was a big old whiner who really needed to take action in his own life, and either dump his girlfriend or just stop drinking and let her fend for herself. No, instead he wanted his friend to talk to her and make her be more sympathetic. All while he's obsessively re-arranging all the lube and condoms.

Cool story, bro.

I know, I know -- I just hate (on principle) gender-based stereotyping like that!

In more fun news of guys communicating, I'm watching White Collar, can't go into Cable Drama, but I just have to say: They are doing this on purpose, right? Because seriously.

They are doing this on purpose, right? Because seriously.

I like to think so.

There's no way it's an accident. I mean, the jacket!

Does CI mean criminal informant?