passive aggressive blogging

so i have two dates with two beautiful women this week. the possibly straight co-ed i lured with poundcake like a stranger in a panel van with a lollipop. and the beautiful lusty lady, whom i haven't seen since our night of passion and bliss. why not? 'cause we're psycho busy sexy bitches. we're getting t-shirts. or at least stationery.

last night my roommate came home (gasp!). i told her about my double-header (i don't know sports so it's quite possible this is an inappropriate metaphor).

she said, "but i thought you had a girlfriend?!?"

well, i think we're officially "dating" at this point (what with three dates and all) but we're not technically "girlfriends". yet. plus, even if we were to become girlfriends, it would be an open relationship. i think.

so instead of talking to her or emailing or sending an adorable card (as she so often does), i'm blogging about it. you know, 'cause i'm a passive aggressive dork.