I have figured out how to talk ’bout people without their names coming up in a search engine. OK, here goes.

A person I counted on to become a friend and mentor has let me down. Mr. [name of a church mouse] [sounds like ass-doctor, or the name of a test administrator] in a cowardly and dastardly fashion, gave my project away to someone else…without telling me (hence cowardly and dastardly). He wants to take me to lunch and discuss it, but that’s not going to happen. Breaking up through email is not really hard to do, but it is so fifth-grade, especially in a business relationship. I don’t want to work with someone who has no honor. And I know the reason he broke it off with me is because he sensed that this well was dry for him. How can he even imagine he could get some from me when I have my angel Tony in my life. Puh-lease. Like I have seriously dated a white guy since 6th grade. Shyeah.

And yes, I am writing this from our new apartment and new cable Internet. Yay technology. In between Horrible Day Job and Not-so-satifying-lately Night Job. And I am shaking from low blood sugar (musteatmusteat) so I am cutting this short. But I promise to talk about Miami as soon as I can breathe a little.