The more you ignore me, the closer I get

You know, a smart woman — one with a sense of self-preservation, a desire to avoid teetering off the thin edge of sanity, a smidgen of control over her habits — would have read today’s FBOFW and permanently blocked that site from her computer.

But obsession, she is a crazy multi-tentacled bitch. And she’s got a sucking hold on me.

Your Gleemonex may have at last run out of things to say about all this crushing, grinding, ham-handed inevitability. Candace was my last hope — remember when she was the unconventional, free-spirited one who spoke her mind? Remember how she called Dee on the “planned accident” and whatnot? Well, it hurts to see hope die …

And things would be different if I thought for one moment that Liz found Pornstachio to be even the slightest bit attractive or interesting or … fucking ANYTHING! I dunno, maybe she’s actually into bondage scenarios, or something. But it’s so clear that he’s the Male Person of Last Resort for her — she’s so obviously settling. I mean, “Oh well, whatevs, I guess” is not what you want in a DATE, much less a life partner. Three BILLION men in this world, and she feels like the choices are down to Granthony and nobody. GOD. Ugh ugh uggggh.