No, no, no!
See, this was not how it was supposed to work. Clearly, did not get applications reviewed in time (having been impaired by current illness), but the plan was for J to be replaced before he did the replacing!
By means of J-Intuition knew that he had a date on Saturday night, and even with whom he was going. So when he fessed up via email, was not shocked. Not in the least. Stung within inch of life by some horrid torture device? Sure. But not shocked.
Told J that was unhappy with idea of being replaced.
J: H, no one on the face of the earth could replace what you mean to me.
H: If only that were true.
Feel as though am watching pageant winner being fitted with sparkly tiara, while yours truly fidgets with stiff, glitter-encrusted sash bearing horrible words, First Runner Up hearing cheeseball announcer handing out slimy condolences, “If for any reason tonight’s winner should be unable to fulfill her duties…” Perhaps if fidget enough, will not have to hear crowned winner pledging to do her best, etc.
Am used-up, empty, First Runner Up. Winner of lifetime supply of nothing special.
Oh, and this sash.
I’m so sorry. I’m usually a lurker, but good goddess, I really hoped he’d come to his senses. I can’t imagine WHAT he is thinking, you sound wonderful. I wish for many hot, young men to fall at your feet.
Moire
Don’t despair. Please. Concentrate on yourself, ’cause you’re worth it. Sorry to be advising in the AFZ.
i wouldn’t be very concerned about coming in second for a contest i never really wanted to win.
Well… that’s it. I’ve heard enough. I say we string him up by his toes and let the rats get him… I mean sheesh!
What an ass. An unmitigated ass…
*kisses*
But what a lovely sash it is! I mean, glitter! And don’t you get flowers too? Come on, glitter and flowers. That’s enough to make anyone happy.
WOW! Your site looks beautiful! Rock out my lil’ Fish! Thanks for keeping me as an “addictive blog”. I would just die if you ever removed me.
DIE!
Oh I think I can come up with a lifetime supply of Turtle Wax…and a hug. A big one too…
Fish, I’m happy to unearth scandal on the pageant winner which can be secretly released to
thesmokinggun.com and put a quick end to her reign.
PS. LOOVE LOOOOVE LOOOVE the new look…also, I got a little teary when I saw my crappy blog on your addicted to list…the pressure.
One can only hope that as time passes you will see many reasons why he is not good enough for you. In the meantime, there is always Ben & Jerrys… Chunky Monkey was my favorite during last break up.
Hang in there.
Um…it’s a very…pretty sash…
Seriously, though, you want maybe somebody to kick this guy’s ass? Because I know a couple of people, and I think we can all agree that while an ass-kicking might not necessarily solve anything, it certainly couldn’t hurt, so to speak. Nothing too permanent-like, just a little wake-up call. (We’re gonna need something a little more specific than “J” though; the sheer number of “J’s” in your area would frankly make this a little cost-prohibitive.)
Fish…you are no one’s second best! She’ll probably get her crown taken away for like posing naked in some magazine or something.
KG: Two guys, an Escort, and a couple of baseball bats, eh?