Friday, October 16, 2009


Recently I got an invitation to do a segment for a sister blog called Apartment 613. The invitation came from none other than Scarlet the Spy herself. At first I was thrilled by the idea, but then many doubts cam to the surface.

I met with a few of the other editors and contributors a few weeks back. We all went to a pub and shared a few drinks, and talked about our ideas. They seemed good at the time. Scarlet was not there, disappointingly, but she still appears to be my chief contact with the group.

The idea is roughly this – each month, I write an exposé on my romantic exploits, or more accurately, the failures. I seem to be spectacularly good at confessing failures. On might even think I’m proud of them. Some of you may have noticed I have spent a lot of time swooning over one girl in the past, or going on random dates with women I meet on the internet that I have scarcely nothing in common with. But lately I’ve been trying to change. I haven’t even logged onto a dating site in longer than I can remember. I’m just tired of it. I wasn’t kidding when I poured my heart out about it to Wolverine. She said that I was describing her. And I think she was right – I think I symbolically gave her the load on my mind from all the women that have wasted my time. I haven’t really thought about her since that night. I’ve either been too busy, or I just don’t give a good god damn anymore.

Also, the more I think about it, the more I don’t ever want to feel like I’m exploiting anyone other than myself. I’m okay with self-deprecation, but it is another thing entirely to mock someone who trusted me. By the way, Nurse Betty, if you ever check back here, I’m still sorry. Not just for what I said, but for everything. Even the stuff I wasn’t involved with. That was the only thing I really wanted to impress upon you all along anyway. I hope things are better for you now.

I think I’ll take the week-end off. Maybe I just need some peace, which is why this week-end it’s just as well that I’m going to Ema’s place to look after his cats while I’m gone. It’s gonna be nice to have a place all to myself – quiet. No people. Maybe I’ll watch as many of his shitty movies as I can while I’m there. Ema collects the worst movies, that it takes a special kind of sick mind to love.


Shadowthorne said...

:) Finally.... some people WOULD like to read your daring exploits in romance.

Give them the juicy bits bro... Or they'll mark you as a human genetic's failure.

Go get them tiger. :)

Ema Nymton said...

Hey now, they're not all bad! Only about...45% of them are. I recommend you watch "The Terror of Tiny Town" from the Weird Cinema five-disc pack that you gave me for my birthday. It's hard to top an all-midget western musical!

Anonymous said...

As a close friend of Nurse Betty's, I have occasionally popped by this blog since she mentionned it existed last year. From what I gathered, she was mainly upset that despite the use of code, she felt betrayed since she chose to tell you her (extremely) guarded personal stories and they were retold here. There is no right or wrong, but if you really know Nurse Betty, you also know that she doesnt get close to many people. I believe she is okay now that Handsome Rob is 100% out of the picture (you were right about one thing, that guy was a jackass and I only met him once) She seems quite happy, in case you are wondering.
P.S Your poetry is beautiful.

Malice Blackheart said...

Listen friend,

I’ve been on Betty’s block list for about a year and a half now. What this says to me is that she doesn’t want me to have access to any information about her. You probably shouldn’t be volunteering it on the very thing she claims pissed her off in the first place, i.e. my blog. I do appreciate the kind praise though. I hope you and Betty stay well.