hahahaha *snort*  Here's what I wrote him:

Hey since you enjoy pessimism; then again since you had the surgery there's a strong possibility your glass is now half full, but on the off chance that it's not:  I cordially invite you to my extremely pessimistic, often pissy and sometimes violent blog.  http://www.immafooker.com  I've recently gone private so if you're interested in reading any of the good bits you'll have to sign up for a reader's account here  http://www.blogware.com/users/index.cgi/cmd=signup/cmd=signup/id=16498  Then email me your username and I'll hook you up.
 
If in fact you're not enticed by my wily charms, then you can just piss off.

Pffft!  If that doesn't convince a man then I don't know what does.

I just finished watching War of the Worlds; PG-13 my ass.  I haven’t felt this strong a need to curl up inna a fetal position and pull the covers over my head since I accidentally watched a bit of Poltergeist at four years old.

Apocalyptic movies are supposed to be fun, and that wasn’t fun – it was upsetting.  I can’t explain why certain parts bothered me so or why I experienced chest pains while watching the aliens suck the blood out of humans then spray it back out on the ground like fertilizer, but it did.

To ask if this was a good movie makes for one very complicated answer, but I can tell ya this much:  Don’t let your children or sensitive Mothers watch it.  This is not a shiny happy film; lots of undertones of war, 9/11 and genocide.   Also it was incredibly illogical for all the main characters to have miraculously survived.  I guess that’s what made it PG-13.

Met a guy (spelling was impeccable) who was retired at 32 until the market crashed; instead of taking the weenie way out (i.e. bankruptcy), he took out loans, got a job and started paying off his debt -- purty admirable.  

I told him my story, showed him my pictures and purty much said, “Yes I weigh 300 pounds now but am getting the surgery again.  I understand folks have their preferences, but if you’re just sticking around in the hopes that I’ll be thin someday then you can go straight to hell.”

He replied, “Ok.”  And then still bugged me about taking me out onna date.  A lil flattering I suppose, but how can someone with an IQ of 150 be so bloody dull?  He didn’t know who Itzhak Perlman was, doesn’t watch Indie movies and thinks rock and roll died when R.E.M. and U2 came on the scene.  Dude!  And the worst of all; he does nothing but play poker during his free time.  He even relays all the plays back to you.  It’s boring.    

Plus, he’s one those guys who’s ready to settle down.  Which usually means they’ll take the first one available; at 39 his biological clock is a ticking time bomb.  He just has to go.  This is no time for a man anyways.

And yet on that note there’s this incredibly cute guy on the singles board I’m considering hitting on.  I have his email.