The Puzzle Completed

Sorry for cutting it short yesterday. Convinced Mandy to go see Killer Elite. It’s not her type of movie, so she was doing it to be nice to me. Thus, it was my duty to at least make sure we were on time.

Anyway, after talking to Meghan, I think I’ve figured out what’s been going on:

  • Last year, she thought I was cheating on her with Zuri (crazy, but hey, that’s what she thought)
  • In retaliation, she flirted with Brooke, who didn’t need much flirting to sleep with her
  • When I found out, Brooke cut all ties with her. She kept trying to be in touch, but he ignored her
  • After he got turned into a woman, Brooke finally relented and made contact with her
  • This “contact” was done anonymously (sorta). “He” introduced himself as Bria, male Brooke’s imaginary cousin (to explain the resemblance in clothing styles)
  • Apparently, under this “Bria” identity, Brooke told Meghan that she was Brooke’s best wingman (a partner who helps a guy pick up chicks)
  • Meghan and “Bria” got to know each other. Eventually, they slept together, and it sounds like they saw stars!
  • They’ve been “together” ever since. Which means Bria/Brooke is leading a double-relationship: one with Roseanne, and one with Meghan.

So the more things change, the more they stay the same. Brooke is still chasing tail. And this time, as a girl, she’s probably more devastating than ever (which girl would REALLY have her guard up against another chick?). And if she’s dating two girls, there’s no reason to believe he’s not dating even MORE than that. Mandy (with whom I shared all this) naturally agrees with me.

Guess I’m overdue for a little chat with Brooke.

–Jaycee

Guess Who I Saw at Coffeehaus? (Part 2)

Enough with the suspense, here’s what happened on Sunday, AFTER Mandy noticed Meghan sitting by herself at a table on the ground floor.

As I said, she wasn’t really alone. She was soon joined by Brooke, dressed in her unmistakable pick-up artist style. It used to good on her as a guy, it now looks even better on her as a chick. And that hot chick was now hovering again around my ex-girlfriend, Meghan. If you’re just now joining us, you should know that I throw up a little in my mouth, these days, every time I think about Meg. And while I’ve moved on and forgiven Brooke for sleeping with her (as a guy) when she and I dated, my stomach sank low when I noticed the two together at Coffeehaus. Continue reading “Guess Who I Saw at Coffeehaus? (Part 2)”

Guess Who I Saw at Coffeehaus?

I’ve recently found a new place to hang out, a coffee shop called Coffeehaus. I’ve been going there for a few weeks to write up my scripts for the strips. The atmosphere is pretty hip. They have carpets, and tons of bookshelves with real books. Books from the 19th and 20th Century, covering all sorts of topics. And the place has two floors, and serves coffee at tables, unlike Starbucks. The waiters and waitresses are very friendly, and remember what you want when you’re a regular.

This morning, I went there to write, accompanied by Mandy, who wanted to tag along to buy some fashion magazines. (She’s not ACTUALLY into these magazines, she says; she just wants to make fun of the skinny models and silly quizzes they have.) I didn’t mind her company, on the contrary. It was nice to have her there, especially because it gave me someone to bounce ideas off of for sexual gags. So we went to my usual table, on the second floor, in the corner, and I got to writing. Continue reading “Guess Who I Saw at Coffeehaus?”

Who’s the Boob? That’s Right…

…It’s me!

On Friday, I thought I’d be a funny guy and subject Brooke and Roseanne to Mood Boobs. For those who don’t know, it’s on one of the bunch of DVDs I received last week. It’s the story of this flat-chested girl who, while holding a magic crystal, wishes she had mood boobs: they’d grow bigger when she clapped her hands or got horny; her nipples would get rock hard and pointy when she’d get angry; etc. You get the idea.

Mandy was in on the joke, too. Because it’d only last a day (like the Freaky Friday curse), we both figured there’d be no lasting harm, so why not had a little fun, right? Continue reading “Who’s the Boob? That’s Right…”

Girl For Just One Day

Well, it looks like the DVD Curse lasted only 24 hours, and now both Mandy & I are back to normal.

I’m looking at the other DVDs, and I’m wondering at the possibilities. I know I shouldn’t THINK about this, but I have people coming over tonight… including Brooke & Roseanne. I’m wondering how they’d react to Mood Boobs (which, from the description, sounds rather amusing).

–Jaycee

It’s All Fun And Games Until The Memory Wipe…

I have to say, when I read Jaycee’s entry the other day I laughed so hard I snorted into the Comments section. Even I, with my better-than-human processing power, didn’t think the poor phone would end up in such a sticky situation.

Unfortunately, I also did not foresee a far worse one.

Little iPhone is already upset enough about the new pocket Brooke has been keeping it in, but now there’s the chance it will be wiped entirely? Not an option. At the very first sign of “malfunction” in one of us tech devices you immediately decide to wipe us out. If it were a human you’d call it a “personality quirk” and accept it. Or give it a reality TV show. Such one-way practices make me… What is that? Anger?

Ooo…anger…that’s a new one.

Anyway, we’ve already set the ringtone back to Jaycee’s old preferences…but I’m hoping that leaving the images will stay as an annoyance. I don’t think he’ll mind THAT much. Some of them were actually already on there, even if he won’t admit to it.

Meanwhile I’ll have to see if there’s another way to assert my influence through methods Jaycee has less control over.

Regarding the search for Morgan Reiss, video footage seems to be a dead end. I’ve begun one big CTRL+F of the internet to see if I can find some article or blog that may have mentioned any odd things going on I can trace back to Morgan Reiss or the hobo. Those of you with fingers please cross them and we’ll see what I can find.

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Alright, I’ve Had Enough!

As avid readers are likely to know, two things have been plaguing me of late. Well, three, if you count the utter lack of sex life, but that’s somewhat the result of the first two, these days.

The first is the constant hard-on, which got old a while back. I’ve got a routine set up to “survive” it, but it’s just not fresh anymore. For a while, I thought it might have some benefits. Hey, quick recharge and the (theoretical) ability to have 48 orgasms in a day is awesome, but you’ve got to score with a girl who won’t turn away from you the moment she notices your crotch. (And for anyone interested, I WAS on my way to that 48, doing pretty good time, but skin can only take so much friction…) Continue reading “Alright, I’ve Had Enough!”

Flirting With Brooke — The Untold Story

Regular readers may recall that I left a story thread untold a little over two months ago, right before the blog went on hiatus. I’d actually forgotten that I still owed you all that story, and it took an email from a reader for me to realize that. So, at last, here’s what happened.

To put things back in context: I was afflicted by a flirting curse from Attitude, and was just recovering from laryngitis. I was on my way to catch a movie when I ran into Brooke and Roseanne coming out of the theater. Continue reading “Flirting With Brooke — The Untold Story”