Though you can still call me Lexi Kahn, I'm pulling a Cougar/Mellencamp move and re-identifying. My name is Michelle. I live in Boston, by way of New York, by way of a tiny town in Connecticut. I live with Joe. We're DINKS (dual income, no kids). It's a miracle I have made it to my thirties. Thirties! I am SO a Gen X'er -- go ahead, ask me about the 80s. I love good books, good movies, divine food, leisurely travel, smart comedy and, especially, music. For 11 years ('97 to '08) I was a regular in the local Boston rock scene using the name Lexi Kahn (Google me!) but quit the whole thing to pursue other interests. What those are...is probably what this diary will be about from 2008 forward.
So keep reading! You never know what'll happen.
It really chaps my ass when I know you're lying to me. I can see right through you.
Don't fucking lie to me, you're not that clever.
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And YOU,
It tires me to the core when someone whines
about being treated a certain way, while in the same breath,
treats someone else the exact same way. Take a good goddamn look in the
mirror.
And by the way, how can I have
faith in any facet of someone who demonstrates a blatent lack of honor?
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And YOU,
You can't play by a different set of rules depending on your mood, or
the weather, or what you think you can get out of the other players.
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And YOU,
You can pretty much kiss my voluptuous lily-white ass.
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Yes, that giant sucking sound you heard was the last of my patience going down the drain.
