Where Ya Been, Ms. T?

OK, folks.  Apologizes for the lack of posts lately, but Ms. Tastrophie does have a VERY good - if not interesting - reason for being incognito.  And once again, it has to do with men.  As if every thing else in life that can and does get totally hosed to all hell doesn't include a man somewhere in the picture.

This last round of WHAT THE F****K? Was brought to us by her last and now very ex-boyfriend.  Of which he will carry the dubious honor of being the VERY LAST of the boyfriends, as Ms. Tastrophie has decided to call it quits on the dating front due to her no longer trusting anything a man says.  You've heard the old adage "How do you know a single guy is lying? - His lips are moving."  Well, she is  starting to believe that one.

Basically the run down on the low down boyfriend goes something like this:  Ms. Tastrophie is informed that said boyfriend had been shooting heroin for two weeks and that this is not a new occurrence in his life.  (To be fare to the ex-boyfriend, he had told her about a previous addiction but had said he had been sober for several years.  She foolishly decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. - Everyone makes mistakes in life.)  This information is imparted to her while walking into a college football game, in front of approx. 75,000 other people, so as to keep Ms. Tastrophie from going all holy ape shit nuts on him.  Which worked, because not only was she in a stadium full of people, but in a completely different town, had no other way home and didn't have enough change for a 180 mile taxi ride.  Thus she sat through the whole game coming to the decision that the soon to be said Ex really wasn't "The One" and going down that road is NOT what she had in her plans. 

In all honesty, the whole thing would make one hell of a blog topic, but after careful consideration, Ms. T thinks that kicking someone while he is this far down is not the nicest of things to do.  (Don't get me wrong folks, I wrote one hell of a blog entry about it, but just can't bring myself to publish it.  You'll have to wait for the book.)  And since Karma does like to kick Ms. T in the ass every time she does something slightly vengeful....  Let's just say we will let doped dogs lie and hope he gets the help he really needs so that Karma will stay off her bum for once.

So after a few weeks of calming down and taking care of business, Ms. Tastrophie is back to normal.  Or at least as close to normal as one can get after having a bomb the size of Big John or Little Boy dropped into one's love life.  She promises to be back to semi-regular blogs as soon as possible.