Current mood:	annoyed
Current music:	Moby

oh susanna
Susanna, the girl I have depended on the longest, since we met in that silly weiner shack one beautiful summer day, has decided she can't speak to me anymore. why? because she is trying to uncomplicate her life. so i asked her, "what susanna, has dating eight men a week gotten to be too much for you?" of course that got her upset and she had to tell me it was five men, ah only five susanna. "no" she says, in that slightly snobbish low voice i used to fantasize having phone sex with, "its not the number of men, its the kind of man. I want to date less complicated men." Oh, I see... I said. I didn't give her the justification of explaining to me how I am complicated as that would have probably pleased some part of her healthy-sized ego- to detail to me my deficiencies, complications. I just hung up with her.

I am the simplest man on the planet I think. I like to eat well, sleep well, and make love well. I don't ask for commitment, I don't care about that, I laugh a lot, even at their stupid jokes, and I tell them they are pretty and I buy them nice things. What is complicated about me?