Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
And his prize? A picture of some cute guy! Congratulations!
Thinking about it, I shouldn't have used that phrase in the first place. The reason why she was acting a bitch wasn't because I 'scorned' her. Actually, I don't know why she did it. Maybe she had a chemical imbalance due to the Rickshaw dumplings we had. Maybe she was jealous of my one-legged flamingo yoga stance. Maybe it was her time of the month (that's right, gay men can, and will, use that against you too!).
I hope you found the post funny (as it was meant to be). I'll admit that I felt bad for a few minutes hours, but then came to the conscious-clearing realization: I am better than her; at least I know when to shut up (most of the time). Plus, I don't have to live in her crappy neighborhood.
I thought about burning that post. But I won't because (a) I learn from my mistakes, (b) I think it's kinda funny, and (c) trying to burn the post would probably involve me being arrested for arson while trying to explain to the cops the reason why I set a Blogger building on fire was because I was trying to burn a post.
Instead, you get a picture of me acting like a lemur.
In other news, within a week, I'll be moving to an apartment closer to Manhattan. Instead of being an hour late to work, I'll only be fifteen minutes late; and in the end, isn't that worth the thousands of dollars spent on rent?