Back in my original college years, my friend got involved with the very stereotype that makes women look bad. She was, for lack of a better term, a heinous bitch. I’m not one for that label very often, but honestly, if *I* am calling you something like that, then you best get your ass into therapy and find out what the fuck is wrong with you. Ahem. She was the president of our choir. I did her job after she got pregnant with my friend’s baby. Well, I think that’s how it went, I’m... 

My ex. The one I blogged about a few days ago, between Saturn and the vibrators. He’s coming to stay for a while and get his shit together. Weird? Nah. I’m friends with most of my exes, mostly because of the sheer volume of people involved with the label of “Melia’s ex.” Ok, maybe its a little weird. So, after staying up talking to Freedom last night and really deciding that this was a good idea, I tossed and turned all night trying to think of how I was going to tell...