The Re-return of Emily

Emily contacted me again this morning. This time it was a Facebook friend request from someone named Emily with a last name I didn’t recognize. I clicked on the link and saw a picture of a man in a tux and Emily – yes, that Emily – in a wedding dress.

So she’s got a new husband and she’s got a new last name, but she still doesn’t have a freaking clue that maybe, just maybe, she isn’t one of my favorite people in the world.

I’m tempted to accept her friend request, though, so I can congratulate her on convincing a second sucker to marry her (so soon after her first marriage tanked, I might add), and to wish her luck on getting impregnated (via what she described as “weird” sex) with the baby that might ultimately give her life some sort of purpose.

Oh, and I might also tell her that I hope her venereal diseases have cleared up.