Though I may in my private conversations refer to him affectionately as “that guy who I dated who I suspect doesn’t have a soul,” and he in turn most likely refers to me as “the histrionic psycho bitch,” J.’s brilliance and talent cannot be discounted.
Check him out here:
*All rights reserved for J. All underlying implications of neurosis, mild OCD and chronic funniness, also courtesy of J.
February 16, 2007 at 6:24 am
Oh, I refer to you as no such thing.
Also, it’s not that I don’t have a soul, it’s just in the shop right now. Like those people who drive a Pontiac but have a bumper sticker that announces “My Other Car is a Porsche.”
My other soul is a BWM.