Guilt

Well, it had to come sooner or later. I meant this blog to be just for a few girls you know - a way to blow off some steam and keep you in the loop of my crazy adventures in a way that wouldn't blow through all of my minutes. The thing is, it has gotten a little bigger than I origianlly projected and I feel bad about the Crackies. For the record, I would like to say that never in all of my blogs have I once exaggerated when describing their antics - in fact, I think I have been conservatively generous in downplaying what crackheads they really are. Why? Well number one reason is that I am a nice person and two being that there is something endearing about both of them. #1 is the id to my ego. She is a hedonist and is out only for her own pleasure with no remorse, or care as to how her actions affect others. I have of course not seen her or really talked to her since she slept with Pstz and usurped my little 23 year old photographer-oh I was supposed to say something positive about her. #2 is really sweet, if not completely clueless. She is smart and sassy and cool with a great sense of style and what I think is a very admirable sense of self love and admiration on a scale that I can only dream about! I feel badly about exposing Pstz possible Herpes infection since I am not really supposed to know about it (it would have been a nice thing for him to say something before he put his (sheathed) dick inside of me.) I even changed the spelling of his name so it wouldn't be too obvious who he is.

Bullshit.

That's right. A writer writes. A writer writes what they know. If people are going to shit on me or near me I am going to write about it and I am going to stand up for myself in the process. I have been trying to imagine what I would say to them if they discovered this blog and I figured I would ask them "Have I lied? Have I said anything that wasn't true?" How could they possibly respond to that? I haven't told you their names have I or given you their myspace pages or posted pictures of their asses hanging out of their alien suits? - no. I have been discreet - respectful and honest in my retelling of the many fucked up things that they do. The bad news for you readers is that I am not sure if I can really hang with these girls anymore - I have stopped seeing them for two weeks straight and I feel healthier and more focussed on my career than I have in over a month. Those who know me best, can attest that I don't do well with absolutes; so it probably isn't the end of me and the crackies, but hopefully it is the end of me letting them get the best of me.

Na-na