Duh, winning...

Hello again dear reader! It is nice to see you again. I hope that you are liking my blog thus far. Today was a pretty uneventful day. I woke up, ate, played Dragon Quest and then watched some movies with my family (hence the three movie reviews in a row, WINNING). So, since nothing interesting happened today; let me tell you guys about the wonderful news I heard about a week ago.

If you are just tuning in you don't know about my recent separation with the woman I was supposed to marry, for the sake of my constant readers I will not rehashing that in this post so, get off your lazy ass and read this post if you want to know about whom I am speaking.

For those of you who remember the lovely Molly let's go back about a week in my life to the news I received. I was on IRC and one of my IRL friends asked me if he could call me, so being the good friend I am and thinking that he needed my support for some reason, I allowed him to take some of my time out of my day.

The reason for his call was not a selfish one, oh no, he had news for Mr. Rick. He had discovered that my best friend (known as Bob The Builder from this point on) had moved from Michigan to my state to live with, and have sex with my ex-fiance! Oh how I jumped for joy at the news! Seriously though, I was pissed. I had considered Bob The Builder a friend up until this point and told him all about what had happened between her and I that led up to that day. I even did not leave out the part like I did with you dear reader about her attempts to kill me, and threats to do the same.

So, here I am about two, maybe three, blocks away from MY old home (yes, my name is still on the lease), which contains MY bed, with MY sheets on it, and the HDTV that was bought for MY Christmas present last year and Bob The Builder is over there molesting everything that was once mine...including my ex-fiance. What a friend right? Well, what can one do huh?

1) Set trailer on fire (burn baby burn)

2) Knock on door when Molly isn't home and beat the living shit out of Bob The Builder.

3) Bend over and take it up the tailpipe.

Well, the first two are totally not going to happen because you know what, they aren't worth more criminal charges so I guess that only leaves option three. Why, you ask dear reader, why let this get to you after what she did to you? Well, no matter how much one can say they are over their fiancé of two years, three months still leaves time for some hurt to crawl back in like a brain ninja and slice your cerebellum into tiny pieces and laugh as you try to use super-glue to put them back together.

No, I don't really care. In fact I find it funny because I know what she is like, and I know that he is about 10x worse than I ever was when it comes to drugs, lust, lies, and laziness. I also know that the boy has some STD's that Molly just wouldn't like. So, let them do their thing. See if I care. I know they will when it comes down to it.