Sexeteria

Remember that old Breck commercial* "and she told two friends, and SHE told two friends, and so on and so on and so on..." with the screen getting increasingly full of little faces until it was a crowd?

That was what my day was like today when I innocently went in search of a small bit of information from a supposed POINT of contact.

POINT. Singular. But no. Breck in effect. Two friends and then two friends and so on and so on...

Eventually, on the verge of losing my mind, I sent an email to a targeted group of people and announced I DO NOT WANT ANY FRIENDS.

And suddenly, *poof,* the entire project disappeared. Not just that part; the whole damn thing.

Perhaps misanthropy isn't always as bad as it seems?

In any case, my whole...thingie**...feels lighter after a really heavy week. Whew.

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*Big points for you if you can find me a video of this ad. It seems like an obvious YouTube candidate, but no, I can't find it.

**I've been writing like a slave all week, night and day. The prospector using my brain pan has retired from the gold nugget descriptor search and is out fucking a saloon girl. "Thingie" is all you get.