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As if you care about my dating life! But since you're reading this dating blog....

Saturday, January 17, 2004
Notes From The Inside 

AKA: Complaining To Customer Service Only Makes Matters Worse For You

"Today Was Good Day" - well that's if you're Ice Cube and got, "... a call from a girl I wanna dig out". Well, I'm lost and all the hallways here look alike. It's like those ubiquitous apartment complexes that litter Atlanta and begin with "Post" or end with "Gables" - except without all the necessary signs like: "Building#1 - 101 A" or "Rental Office Suckers". Of course I forgot the #1 Law of Bodily Functions: Your need to use a bathroom is inversely proportional to your proximity to one.

How did I get lost? Well a s a treat for not returning the two phone calls from "Stevie Wonder Bastard" (Yes kids, my Bastard Resistance is building up, recovery must be working), they let me get a video. I requested "Amores Perros" but they sent me "Cats and Dogs". All I wanted to do was complain and now I'm lost in the halls at Bastard Addiction Recovery and really have to use the bathroom.

I need some treats after being forced to participate in the toutures of "John Tesh-ercize" and "Yanni- lates" (ohh the horrors). But I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy a therapy session called: "Battle of The Sexes". It was some sort of sensitivity training crap, modeled after Battle Of The Network Stars except without Bruce Jenner and the requisite TV bimbo. They split us into three teams of "men", "women" and "switch-hitters" and we had to complete tasks as the opposite sex. Well you know who won - the "Switch-Hitters". They always have the advantage don't they.

Lord, please help me find a bathroom and I'll never mistreat another bastard!

The Mad Dater - Later kids

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