Well, no more artsy-fartsy boyfriend. More like fartsy ex-boyfriend who is a major f***ing loser who wouldn't know his oil filter from his a**hole if he had a mirror and a latex glove. But, who cares anyway? We hate him -- me and you and everyone else who has any shred of decency left in their souls. Especially Tart, to whom this blog is dedicated. She's been bugging me for weeks and possibly even months, to post another one as a sort of purging of my hurt and hatred, and though this isn't going to be the revelation that she may have been hoping for, at least I have gotten back on the horse, so to speak. So Amy, thank you for all you have done for me and with me over the past 6 months or so. You have been my red-haired buddy and my sweet-tart friend. LOVE!!!