B.a.D Girls Actually

Well, I was going to deal with a single issue today, now I have to deal with two. That's great. That's just great.

Uh… so yeah. A few things to clear up before we start the post.

Readers: B.a.D assumes no liability for whatever Mizzle or Katastrophe post.
Mizzle & Katastrophe: B.a.D assumes no liability for whatever you post.
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Uncle Brian: Those of us who know you understand your sarcasm, love it in fact, but you must admit it is a little hard to detect in text. If you hadn't put your name on that and had threatened me with staying out of the NW and laying low, if I was the skittish type, I'd probably have closed the windows, locked the doors, and checked around for red dots. And if I embellish that much, I learned from the master, big guy!
Everybody: Chucking fill out.
Heather: See you trouble you cause?

Basically, it boils down to this: I am not in charge of anyone. I cannot, nor would I want to control the players on the website, nor the people who read it. That would take the fun out of this.


Speaking of Heather, the rest of this post is being written in the past, and is brought to you by my loving sister.

Because you see, it’s actually Friday May 5th, and I’m actually still on vacation. I actually wasn’t planning on writing, I actually was planning on sleeping in today, but Heather actually put a big stop to that. I actually woke up around 9:30 to the sound of The O.C. being played on the actual basement suite TV just outside my room. Actually.

I figure, no worries. I get up and wander up the stairs to get something to eat. I notice that there’s no one watching the main floor TV.

Me: Heather, why aren’t you watching this on the main floor?

Heather: I taped this in the basement.

Me: You… do know… that VCR tapes are interchangeable, right? That will work in any VCR.

Heather: I know that.

Me: You also knew I was sleeping. So… you just didn’t feel like carrying it up the stairs, or what?

Heather: Why shouldn’t I watch it down here?

Me: Because I’m sleeping? It would be one thing if the TV upstairs we’re occupied, but it’s not.

Heather: Usually you’re up by this time, I figured it was fine.

Me: … you assume that because I’m usually not sleeping by this point in the day, that it would be OK to wake me, as opposed to just carrying the shit upstairs?

Heather: Why not?

Me: … because I’m sleeping!?!?

* B.a.D squints, rubs forehead, remembers how good life is, and walks upstairs without becoming a murderer. *

* Update *
One week later, I was upstairs making breakfast and watching TV at 10:30 in the morning (one hour later than when she woke me) and she came down and called me inconsiderate. Even though she was one floor up and I wasn’t watching TV right outside her room at earlier hour and higher volume.

Yeah. She’s lucky she’s my sister and I love her, or she’d be dead a thousand times by now. Mizzle, I don’t want to kill your erection or anything, but seriously. You might want to think this one through a little bit before you go through with that plan we talked about where you show up in a tux with flowers and give her the “floating around this big blue marble looking for something that’s right here in front of us” speech.


Yeah.

Anyways, onto something that I’ve been told I need to cover.

Q: Is B.a.D dating anyone?

A: Now, this question has come in a variety of ways, all of which invade privacy. I won’t go over them, but I imagine everyone’s seen the comment board, so at least 1 or more people out there are very curious for one reason or another.

Now, I could say that I’m pretty sure that I know who at least one of the people is, and name a name… but I’m not going to… (because I’m not an idiot), and I know that would lead to a lot of backsplash that I don’t need or want, especially over something so small as this, because I don’t really understand this thing some people who are not even your friends have about getting into stuff that’s not any of their business, or that other thing some people have about never letting go. Especially when I never did anything wrong.

But enough playing. Why hide anything? Now that I don’t have to work in secretive text anymore, which is nice, I can answer honestly. I felt like I was in Panama there for a while.

Am I dating anyone? The answer is: sort of. Ha! No pretext my ass.

Now, currently… I actually am seeing someone. Her name’s Aleta, and she’s amazing, and there's no way I could say enough about her, especially on here. I’m not going to jinx it, but hopefully we can keep going for a bit and see how it goes for both of us.

In all seriousness, since Kacey, I haven’t been anyone’s “boyfriend”, if that’s what you guys are asking. I hadn’t even experienced the thought to actually date anyone yet before Aleta came along, but I’m not the rushing type, and one of the things I really like about her is that she isn’t either, so we’ll see how it goes, because so far it’s gone amazingly well.


As a wicked sidenote, did y’all notice how I threw Aleta into the scene in the S6 prequel? Just to fuel the fire that I’d been told about on the comment board? God, I’m good.

I was, however, “seeing” a few people over the last few months before she happened. “Seeing” can mean a lot of things, and means completely different things when it comes to the 4 girls I’ve “seen” over the last few months. Let’s see, there’s…

• Stalkie


• Alchie


• Crazie


• Clingie

Based on the names I’ve given the girls above, you can probably guess pretty well how those went. Sounds like they went pretty crappy, doesn’t it?

They did.

So here's the new idea for a feature I mentioned before... I’m going to go all Pink on you guys here and put “Stupid Girls” as my first entry on the new feature here on B.a.D LiveJournal… the “On B.a.D-Notice” board! This goes out to Heather, who could at least put a little more thought into her excuses of blatant inconsideration, and to the girls mentioned above.

On behalf of the staff at B.a.D LiveJournal, P.c.P would like to welcome “Stupid Girls” as the first entry on the new “On B.a.D-Notice” board.

That’s right, Stupid Girls! You’re “On B.a.D-notice”! Don’t stalk me and call me 6 times a day after being out twice, don’t develop the worst alcohol addiction this side of Dick Van Dyke and expect me to convince you to detox, don’t be crazy enough to think that you can squeeze my nuts about seeing you and expect me to stick around and like it, and don’t be clingy after 1 date, it’s summer, therefore I need air. Actually, that goes for winter too. (Yay for sour grapes.)

Now, for those of you who know of the other girl… that’s been handled, between the 2 of us, and we’re good. She is not one of the “Stupid Girls”, just so everyone knows. No names and no explanation required… not for either of us anyways. She’s a good friend.

But fuck it. That’s the intricacies of dating. You have to have it both ways. Dating is the sour and the sweet… and I know sour, which allows me to appreciate the sweet. I stole that from a movie, but I can’t remember which one… Vanilla Sky, maybe? Hmm…

Anyways, I’m enjoying myself. It’s all part of getting back into the game, and I’m having a blast. And hopefully it continues to work out with Aleta as well as it’s been working out so far.

There you go. Questions answered.

Hey, check it out! Heather just finished The OC and moved to the upstairs TV!!! Well, I should probably go set fire to her room, so I’m…

Out!
B.a.D



Mizzle Sez:

Shit, I get my speech all prepared and my hair done all nice, with my heart on the line and I learn of her severe addiction to being inconsiderate... this is too much for me. Heather I'm sorry, I think we're done, I know it's pretty harsh of me to do this over the live journal, but I'm so crushed that I don't think I can see you again.

Uh... Mizzle? Were you guys dating?

No, ... no. You know, now that you mention it, I think I fabricated that whole thing just to make me feel good about life.

Sorry to hear that.

I'm over it. At least now Uncky Brian can sleep at night... until I accidently mention that she actually has a cute little boy who she's been spending some time with. OOPS!

Mizzle