Neither of us is single anymore. Whoops.
It was a good run, however. We hope you had fun here!
Enjoy our misanthropic rantings (not nearly as funny, sadly) over at:
TEAM NO THANK YOU!
http://teamnothankyou.wordpress.com/team-no-thank-you-for-the-win/
I have a yoga and meditation space set up in my house.
I never do either. It just looks like I do and I don’t disabuse any visitors of the notion that I do.
I’m even certified as a teacher. Nope. Don’t do that either.
Oh the shame.
I don’t even bother, when I make up the bed, to spread the pillows out as if there’s any possibility of there being more than one head on them on any given night.
This is what single ladies, hanging out at home, Skyping with one another, DO on a Sunday night: WE LOOK AT YOUR ADS ON CRAIGSLIST.
AND WE LAUGH OUR ASSES OFF.
We are not kidding.
I can’t talk right now because I laughed until I almost puked up really expensive Malbec.
I made my coconspirator on this site laugh so hard, she probably will be more well tomorrow, but still not able to speak.
I mean, really, people, WTF???
I was sorely tempted by the “I need to see your panties and cum in them” guy to start to replace my $1 a pair K-Mart panties by making regular appointments with this pervert. He claimed to be able to compensate me for my time and lost, ruined underwear.
You all know I hate the stupid pink ones, anyway…
— Ari
