Currently working on the baby shower. Realized I haven't been on here in like, a billion years. I can't bring myself to delete this account, so I'm just saying, if you're looking for me, I'm on facebook. I'll probably be back eventually.
So, I didn't punch him in the crotch. I didn't even talk to him. I hid and ran away, then looked at his facebook page for the millionth time and cried. I am loser/pathetic/stalker/troll. I'm like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction without the ambition and openly homicidal tendencies.
Very shitty day. I'm fat. Not just fat, but morbidly obese enough to qualify for gastric bipass. 215, ladies and gentlemen. The fattest I've ever been in my whole life
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Question: When your ex posts on Facebook that he has been 'shot by Cupid's arrow' (exact words), are you within your rights to kick said ex in the testicles several times the next time you meet?