"The Brief Love Affair Between My BFF and My BF," a pictoral essay by Melissa Herda-McKee

In hindsight, RayRay gave me early signs that she would be trying to take my man later that evening:Aw, the star glazed look of first love (WTF bitches?):

Drunken flirtations (thanks guys. right in front of my f-ing face. thanks):
Was something said? What went wrong? Did drunken lips speak slanderous words? What lead to this bitter end?And they're done. But not without whiskey soaked memories:

And of course, how could we forget, the post-breakup hook-up (Jason, you look so smug you dirty ménage à trois bastard):

As the BF would say, teh end:

A fairwell hiaku to my pediatric clinical. you will not be missed

Pee leaks in belly.
Stomach gets larger and larger.
Sad face, not happy.

Signs and Symptoms that last night was a good night, in full technicolor magic.

1. My poop smells like gasoline. (seriously, I was worried about lighting that "stink-not" match.)
2. We searched for a good 20 minutes, making the bf late, for a phone that was in his back pocket.
3. We slept amidst crumpled up twenties.
4. Damn, my eye make-up still looks hot. sorta. And I can definitely pull off this hair when I go to the doc this afternoon.
5. We realized that the bf fit his entire shirt in his coat pocket. I do not remember what he wore, if not his shirt, last night.
6. My body is craving bloody marys and hash browns right now. (its true, the online dictionary says that's how to pluralize mary. i know, i know, it looks dumb)

Who the Sheesh?

Laurena, seriously. This guy clearly does not understand the delicate workings of "Minnesota Nice." Apparently our oh-so-subtle passive aggressive nature has been lost on this man.

And to the man, if he has doodled around enough to also read our blogs, (which I find slightly creepy since I doubt they are interesting to anyone but our closest of friends) here is my message to you: In most cases, say 99.99%, when you get no reply, it means no.

Enough said.

ps. more blogs to come soon since I have sold my soul to the google. and how.