Talk about the shot across the motherfuckin' bow. I don't think I have ever been that righteously angry ever, and I certainly have never voiced it in email.

The next few weeks should be damn interesting.

I give.

Nancy, here's your way: I've given up on the guy, the chapter...everything.

I told Mo sorry and that I loved him.

I'll never be forgiven.

Women are pathetic.

"What is a birthday but just another day closer to death."

I have never felt anything worse than this.

I don't even rank. Not even an honorable mention.

I'm so ridiculously stunned, I don't even know if I can go into work tonight.

So, I've decided that my motto for the rest of my tenure in office is going to be "I'm not here to play fucking nice." I don't care if you're broke; I don't care if you're crazy; I don't care if you decided to fuck your new best friend's boyfriend and you were late getting water for the band because the massive jiggling of your fat rolls swayed ( Read more... )

I never thought I would come back to posting here on a regular basis. Far as I know, few, if any people on my list of friends here pays any attention to what I say on this anymore...and that's very relieving. Actually, they could ALL read it, and it would still be a welcome escape ( Read more... )

So...it's great that you want to heal, and you want her to be able to heal, and maybe her too...and perhaps even him. But, you know what: I have the right to heal, too. And, not only do I have that right, I also have the right to not trust the person who hurt me in the first place.

You make me sorry for trusting you.

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So...

The only thing that's NOT going wrong in my life right now is my kitchen floor. That's right, JUST my kitchen floor. The A/C broke and the landlords were bitches, my boss is a sexist pig, and all things otherwise suck. I'm very nearly done with it all.

God bless beer.

You're 80% Irish


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