They say that they don't mind that you use stories about them... you do, you embellish the stories, you change the names, and then they yell at you. Or at least get offended. Let me make this clear, I was not trying to invade anyone's privacy or usurp their life stories. I am practicing to be a "writer" or at least doing this for my own enjoyment. Apparently, not for the enjoyment of some friends whom I wrote about. Pshah. People are too sensitive (says Columbo, one of the more sensitive people around).
I swear, there is still a very limited distribution list, nobody knows the others, and almost nobody reads the damn entries anyway. But no matter. Readers are a fickle bunch.
I had a good night out this evening--after the giving out stopped. I had invited a gentleman out to join me/us but he didn't show. Bah, humbug. Men are useless. Or perhaps I am just crap at dealing with them...
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