Click here for I Hate Brandon Singer Part I Click here for I Hate Brandon Singer Part II Click here for I Hate Brandon Singer Part III Overview: One named Brandon Singer informed me one hour and 18 minutes before a wedding that he would not be able to accompany me as my date. Why? Because he’s […]
I Hate Brandon Singer Part III
Click here for I Hate Brandon Singer Part I Click here for I Hate Brandon Singer Part II Quick Recap: Brandon Singer agreed to be my date for a wedding, but Brandon Singer did not uphold his end of the bargain. Instead, he went out the night before the wedding, got shitfaced, potentially smashed his nose and […]
Date Dissection 12/18/11 – Mr. Lamborghini (MoMo’s Version Part II)
Click here for Part I of Princess MoMo’s rendition of the facts of the first date. Last we left off, Mr. Hyde had just transformed into Dr. Jekyll. The same specimen who hardly acknowledged my existence but moments before was now handing me a wife beater and a rose (odd combination, I know). While still in […]
Mr. T’s Rendition of Our First (and maybe last?) Date
Again, Mr. T has been so gracious as to provide his perspective on another one of our encounters: Our first date. There are several factual inaccuracies in his write up. As you might expect, I will highlight each and every one with “Editor’s Notes.” ——————————————————————————————————————————————- A few days after the charity auction I saw bunches […]
Conversation re: Mr. Plane
Conversation between P-Mo and her cyber bff re: Mr. Plane: Cyber bff: I’ve decided that it is slightly suspicious to have a farm and not have any animals. Not even a couple of dogs? Princess MoMo: So do you think he’s disguising burial grounds for his female specimen victims as a farm? Cyber bff: Possibly. […]
The Breakup
We had been together six long years. The union began in 2006 when I was just a college girl. I was young and unassuming then, blinded by material things and the prospect of having a Sidekick. I wasn’t quite ready to break things off with the previous one though. For some time, I […]
