The Sauce is all kinds of punishing people lately.
Jo Jo made the mistake of getting my hopes up that we were going to share an art studio together, holding hands as we skipped into the sunset and making weird crafts. We got pretty far into the process when she said, "Oh, there's only one thing that would make me not want to do this and that thing is if the studio behind our house ever becomes available. I'd want to rent that instead." She was pretty sure that wouldn't happen though. Almost positive.
So, of course, within 24 hours, the studio behind her house became available.
That's how Jo Jo broke my heart.
And to make it up to me, I made three demands.
1. She had to mail me a letter.
2. She had to trade for a particularly heinous bARTer Sauce item.
3. She has to agree to quarterly craft making sessions with yours truly.
She completed all three tasks for reasons that are unknown to me.
I tried very hard to make her feel bad. And to make her feel like she's getting ripped off at her new studio behind her house (she is). But to no avail. For some reason she thinks having a studio behind her house is more convenient than having one across town. I don't know what she's thinking.
I was so upset that I tried to get Rap Master Maurice to send her a vigilante rap but he said there wasn't enough material to make a good rap out of and refunded my money. WTF??!!! This makes me want to have him write a vigilante rap about Rap Master Maurice. Grrrrrrrr...