Introducing Tax baby

Facebook is an evil thing which has not only taken away a good part of my day, I think it's going to try and take my soul. Too bad for it. It's too late!
Through this website I have had found more people than I'd expected to. One re encounter has set my life into a tailspin; others have been more mundane. Still the site helped me find an old girlfriend who I was very close to in high school and used to raise holy hell with. Another person who I hope reappears into my life is the Last Standing good man.
There was one person whom I never thought would lead to any sort of significance. We "dated" our freshman year, but like anything we do in highschool; does it really count? I had to do some archival research for this blog; aka pull out my high school diary. Ultimately in the end all I have to say is "poor bastard" I have no idea how we dated, even in high school when nothing counted anyway.
Tax baby earns his nickname via his birthday. Yeah, leave it to the crazy red head to remember when his birthday is, and yes every year on that day as I'm cursing out the government for being greedy fucks, I also think of Tax baby.
So, here we are 16 years later and via Facebook, Tax Baby and I start dialoging. He has some solid opinions about the current political situation in this country and I appreciate a well informed and educated opinion. However, Fuck Head (ex-husband) has seemed to gone off the deep end in that realm (and let's face it: he just needs to fade out of my life anyway). So, I asked Tax Baby to keep a blog to keep me and anyone else interested Angrymob78.wordpress.com
I believe in blog for blog so I drop my drawers and send him a link to my blog. After reading it, here's the comment he made:
"Jesus girl, I read your latest blog and now I wanna cut myself. WTF over?? It can't be THAT bad for you."
My response to that comment:
1) Wow! If I don't want to kill myself after all the shit I've been through, then I must have really good coping skills
2) I don't cut. I get tattoos.
I also loved this response to my blog "Fool":
"Wow! Sounds like one hell of a trip, where do I sign up......er, nevermind, don't want a trip like that. Seriously he's THAT oblivious???? If my wife puts her hand within 6 feet of my crotch I have her clothes off before she even realizes what's going on!! And before she knows it she's taking a trip through sloppy wet orgasm land. WTF??!! Seriously?? You are actually putting up with that shit????!!!"

Thanks for the push Tax Baby. My relationship is now officially on the down slope of the end.

Side note: Perhaps I'm delusional but I thought I read somewhere Tax Baby's wife is a red head and I can't help but think perhaps I might have helped set that standard