You never really had any work for me. You talked down to me in your shop, pretty much told me to can it and to get to the point–once again. Then, after a month of waffling, of nothing, I guess you mentioned some work. Bad timing. I was pissed off and left in a surly mood. Hours later, this nice guy–against his better instincts–ended up apologizing. You took it like a child and ”passed” on me (our business arrangement), told me I was the impolite one. Incredible. Well, I’d already ”passed” on YOU a few weeks ago. Had gotten tired of waiting around for you to do… SOMETHING!! Got too close to you. You’re unreadable to me. Clarity is what you need. We’re the same sign. We’re complicated but you initiated this ”partnership.” A dead end. I hope you finally find whatever it is you think you’re looking for. I sure as hell can’t help you with that. —MGP
This article appears in May 9-15, 2013.
what’s that word mm uses all the time. oh right. incoherent
No! I broke up with YOU! You didn’t break up with ME!
No! I QUIT! You didn’t FIRE ME!
OB, WTF?! Your bitch makes no sense! We sure as hell can’t help you with this…!
Wasted Time, one of my favourite Eagles songs
Reading this bitch was wasted time.
The only way this bitch would make sense would be if the OP was an ugly prostitute. And even then…
Ah… yeah.
Move on.
I like the ugly prostitute theory, case closed.