can i just say. today... im angry. rarrrr. ok. so. i hate girls. i think they are back stabbing bitches. i really really hate them... except for my friends. the girls i love. but i fucking hate them. i dont like games being played on me. i hated highschool. therefore i hate girls. now that that is out of my system... let me move on to say. i am at the recieving end of karma right now. this is a fact.
i cant let go of dickhead. there is no other logical reason, except for the fact that i am truely getting paid back for all of the boys i fucked over. starting in middle school. brandon blevins, he loved me, i cheated on him with kevin hillenburg. high school. danny... i was shitty to him. wayyyy shitty to him... now i blame this on being young... and he is like a bff now, but i did fuck him over and fuck himup a bit. then there is shaun. we were engaged. i was horrid to him. we obviously didnt work out. and then all of the countless boys ive led on and broken. not on purposee... i just hate emotions, i dont like getting attached. nathan. dave. chad d. micah. josh m. these are just a few i can think of. so there you have it. karma is but fucking me, and i do not like it.
25 yrs. and its hitting me at once. well.. unless you count my ex husband. that was kinda like karma. fuck you karma. i cant wait for you to get the rest of them though.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
ive been a good girl. swear it.
im having a really hard time shaking this dickhead thing. i think it may be a pride issue. actually. im pretty positive thats what it is. i don't think its cause i miss him, or having sex with him... that was mainly revenge. i think my ego is just bruised. this is very hard for me to admit. especially considering i hold myself to higher standards. but plain and simple... that is it.
its story time again. ok. so i have a friend. we have been friends for seven years. we have kind of a past... in the sense that we use to sleep together... there should be no surprise there. well.. he has become a very good friend of mine. and for some of you reading this, i know hes a douche, but hes still my good friend. the thing is... i dont want to hurt him. not one single bit, nor do i want to lead him on. i have pushed back a lot the last few weeks... so he comes over tonight, and asks me about my distance... blah blah blah. yea.. like this could really go in a good direction. psh. so. smart thing, he left before we went there. i tried explaining to him, that cuddleing and kissing is just as bad as boning. i mean... one of us bound to get more out of it. and most likely... it would be him... seeing as to how i am out to ruin mens lives right now. so yea. theres that story. im rather surprised i havent recieved a text or something... but surely this conversation isnt over. life isnt that easy.
new subject... but kind of old. so i feel like having a successful no strings attach relationship... aka... fuckbuddy would really help my situation. right now i feel undesirable blah blah. although... i know there are boys that would do me. i just dont want all the emotional bullshit. i just want to have a good time and get some selfesteem back. i think i am too much like a guy sometimes. this could be a downfall. or is it... i think like a guy. i act like a guy. i kinda look like a guy naked (thanks mom). yet.. i cant just be one of the guys. because now days... we have a lot of role reversal. men are the ones who get their feelings hurt, get emotionally attached. i mean, even dickhead would be a bit too fucking sensative sometimes. i think i need a mans man. a dude that is sensative when hes drunk, but a hard ass the rest of the time. i mean, who isnt sensative when they're drunk.
moving on. saturday, we are having our frist party. its gonna be awesome. sort of a housewarming for me and the new roomate. and we are trying to get use to this entertaining at home thing, especially cause a) were broke and b) exhusband wil be gone for a year. good bye social life. not that i really had one before anyway. haha. i can pretend and now i have an excuse for the lack of my social life.
im a bit more optomistic about life. k dub is moved in. im stoked to have someone here. boy switches daycares next week. much closer to work and right behind grandparents home. this relieves a ton of stress. i switched car insurances too. i will be paying half what i normally pay. so i shall be putting the rest towards something... like a house or somthing crazy like that.
anywho. im done for today. i apologize for the jumping back and forth... but this is truely straight from my head to the keyboard.
its story time again. ok. so i have a friend. we have been friends for seven years. we have kind of a past... in the sense that we use to sleep together... there should be no surprise there. well.. he has become a very good friend of mine. and for some of you reading this, i know hes a douche, but hes still my good friend. the thing is... i dont want to hurt him. not one single bit, nor do i want to lead him on. i have pushed back a lot the last few weeks... so he comes over tonight, and asks me about my distance... blah blah blah. yea.. like this could really go in a good direction. psh. so. smart thing, he left before we went there. i tried explaining to him, that cuddleing and kissing is just as bad as boning. i mean... one of us bound to get more out of it. and most likely... it would be him... seeing as to how i am out to ruin mens lives right now. so yea. theres that story. im rather surprised i havent recieved a text or something... but surely this conversation isnt over. life isnt that easy.
new subject... but kind of old. so i feel like having a successful no strings attach relationship... aka... fuckbuddy would really help my situation. right now i feel undesirable blah blah. although... i know there are boys that would do me. i just dont want all the emotional bullshit. i just want to have a good time and get some selfesteem back. i think i am too much like a guy sometimes. this could be a downfall. or is it... i think like a guy. i act like a guy. i kinda look like a guy naked (thanks mom). yet.. i cant just be one of the guys. because now days... we have a lot of role reversal. men are the ones who get their feelings hurt, get emotionally attached. i mean, even dickhead would be a bit too fucking sensative sometimes. i think i need a mans man. a dude that is sensative when hes drunk, but a hard ass the rest of the time. i mean, who isnt sensative when they're drunk.
moving on. saturday, we are having our frist party. its gonna be awesome. sort of a housewarming for me and the new roomate. and we are trying to get use to this entertaining at home thing, especially cause a) were broke and b) exhusband wil be gone for a year. good bye social life. not that i really had one before anyway. haha. i can pretend and now i have an excuse for the lack of my social life.
im a bit more optomistic about life. k dub is moved in. im stoked to have someone here. boy switches daycares next week. much closer to work and right behind grandparents home. this relieves a ton of stress. i switched car insurances too. i will be paying half what i normally pay. so i shall be putting the rest towards something... like a house or somthing crazy like that.
anywho. im done for today. i apologize for the jumping back and forth... but this is truely straight from my head to the keyboard.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
i have to blog this.
so dickheads fb is saved to my comp. just found this out. bahahah. this was a message that was sent between the two of them while we were doin it dirty. what a fucking douchebag!!!
I figured you get enough annoying mail in here I would send you some good stuff. So just know I LOVE U like crazy. I wouldnt mind waking up next to your handsome face every day for the rest of my life. The orgasms you give me while sucking my neck and pulling my hair are something fierce. You tell me everything I wanna hear and sincerely mean it. You are an awesome father, son, grandson, brother and boyfriend. You make all my days a lil bit brighter. You are pure awesomness at its finest. My kids and I are truely blessed that you came into our lives and I wouldnt change a thing. Cant wait to kiss you and hug you and make sweet sweet love to you. Sent via Facebook Mobile
dickhead January 5 at 7:45am
I'm madly in love with you lady :) I love who you are...... Inside and out....... You always know how to put a smile on my face even if I don't feel much like smilin...... You are one helluva hot momma, and I'm glad ur mine :) "
let me say this. love doesnt exist after a month of being together. i dont believe it. and dickhead doesnt give orgasms. he give five minutes of an honest effort and then falls asleep. and cunt. really. if you are better off with him in your life... im sorry for your previous situations. FUCK BAGS. so here i am. back at square one. should i or shouldnt i. the thought of him getting pistol whipped doesnt seem so bad anymore. i neeed to go to church.
sunday blues... if there is such a thing.
this weekend has proven to be the most unproductive one thus far... of the year anyway. i feel like this is going to be a trend. bleh. but never fail, i still have stuff to bitch about. surprised? you shouldnt be. first thing is going to be about my baby daddy. this has been bugging me for a while. ok. so about two weeks ago, i get a call from the cman. he tells me that when he gets back from being a war hero, he wants more custody of boy and he isnt going to pay child support. if i need some help every once in a while, he can help, just not every month. he is too broke and cant afford to pay me. well how about a big fuck you. thats fine. then you can pay his medical bills, buy his clothes and pay for his childcare. then its a fuckin deal. so this angered me and made me want the worste for him. because naturally being the pushover that i am... i put it aside. well... friday night, his night to keep boy, he cant because he cant make arrangements for boy to be watched saturday during the day. so let me ask you this... if he cant handle the days he already has... what makes you think you can handle one more. so i get to spend all weekend with my lovely crazy child. im not complaining about this, being that boy is like the only man that i can say i wont want to murder. well.. most of the times anyway. but yea. i fucking cant stand him sometimes... hes gotton a lot btter.. but dont threatin my son against me because you have expensive taste. where the fuck is all of your money going? you make 2xs as much as i do andyou live at home. im not braggin, but i gross about 1400 a month. i pay for everything and i make it. there will be no pitty from this end.
second thing of the day. so. yesterday is a funny story. so two days ago, i was having a conversation with an old friend. thsi old friend may not be the best person,but i do admire his crazy motives and his ability to carry them out. so. we were discussing dickhead and cunt and his ex who is a co-owners of dickheads. so we talked for a while, and agreed we were better off without them and blah blah blah. well, i texted him yesterday and told him to behave and have a good day. i got a reply that says "to late. ive gone too far". so then i get on the reality website and see that my friend had busted out the from window/door at the tattoo shop that dickhead owns. sadly, this made me smile like i was a 13 year old boy seeing my first naked girl. you know its wrong, but it just feels sooo right. so i text dickhead and tell him how sorry i am, he then returns to me, and tells me he stole all of my friends tattoo equipment. boys will play games i suppose. hahah. but i am secretly excited to see how my friend will react to this. once again my grin leaks from the inside to a very visible outside smirk. its the small things in life that i know will fuck up his whole day.
so this brings us to my dream last night. i dreamt i was at the tattoo shop hangingout with my friends ex... mainly cause she is trying to piss him off by finishing his work on my leg. she puts this all over so i know he can read it. but anyway... back to my dream. i was at the shop, and after i was done, i had a show with a big audiance, i think i was lipsincing or something...which i have no real tallent, so it doesnt even make sense... but yea. so after everyone leaves, im cleaning up and its me and dickhead. we arent speaking to one another, but in comes cunt. she flips her shit. she starts accting crazy, and for the first time in a dream, i was actually able to hit someone. this to me is a sign, that maybe i am fed up and ready to start taking up for myself. so dickhead kicks me out and i text message him a great big fuck you. well.. when i woke up, i was checking my txts. apparently that last part was not a dream. which is good, cause i hope she saw it. i hope i stay in the back of her cunt infested brain forever. i hope she realizes that she will never be as good as me. ever. not a flying chance in hell. so that was my dream. nyquil and ambien keep me entertained, its like watching reality tv shows all night. i fuckin love it.
back to boy complications. my friend d came over and hung out last night. we made chilli and watched some tube. there was a short period where he was trying to cuddle... and i shot him down. im not sure whats going on with me, but i will tell you. i am not leading anyone on. idont cuddle with my girlfriends... there fore iwill not do it with my male friends. aint gonna happen. feelings hurt #2. im on a roll.
this week at the gym, i am going to start stop being such a panzy and stop being so intimidated by the giant juicers and add on weight lifting to my cardio. this is going to be the only sanity in my life. the gym that is. i have a photoshoot possibly in 3 months. i need to be tip top shape. totally. no questions asked. and i know this sounds sooo gay... but i was thinking if they turn out well, i may find a photographer in okc and sell some prints for a little extra money.
i guess im done for now. boy is being crazy. oh good sunday.
second thing of the day. so. yesterday is a funny story. so two days ago, i was having a conversation with an old friend. thsi old friend may not be the best person,but i do admire his crazy motives and his ability to carry them out. so. we were discussing dickhead and cunt and his ex who is a co-owners of dickheads. so we talked for a while, and agreed we were better off without them and blah blah blah. well, i texted him yesterday and told him to behave and have a good day. i got a reply that says "to late. ive gone too far". so then i get on the reality website and see that my friend had busted out the from window/door at the tattoo shop that dickhead owns. sadly, this made me smile like i was a 13 year old boy seeing my first naked girl. you know its wrong, but it just feels sooo right. so i text dickhead and tell him how sorry i am, he then returns to me, and tells me he stole all of my friends tattoo equipment. boys will play games i suppose. hahah. but i am secretly excited to see how my friend will react to this. once again my grin leaks from the inside to a very visible outside smirk. its the small things in life that i know will fuck up his whole day.
so this brings us to my dream last night. i dreamt i was at the tattoo shop hangingout with my friends ex... mainly cause she is trying to piss him off by finishing his work on my leg. she puts this all over so i know he can read it. but anyway... back to my dream. i was at the shop, and after i was done, i had a show with a big audiance, i think i was lipsincing or something...which i have no real tallent, so it doesnt even make sense... but yea. so after everyone leaves, im cleaning up and its me and dickhead. we arent speaking to one another, but in comes cunt. she flips her shit. she starts accting crazy, and for the first time in a dream, i was actually able to hit someone. this to me is a sign, that maybe i am fed up and ready to start taking up for myself. so dickhead kicks me out and i text message him a great big fuck you. well.. when i woke up, i was checking my txts. apparently that last part was not a dream. which is good, cause i hope she saw it. i hope i stay in the back of her cunt infested brain forever. i hope she realizes that she will never be as good as me. ever. not a flying chance in hell. so that was my dream. nyquil and ambien keep me entertained, its like watching reality tv shows all night. i fuckin love it.
back to boy complications. my friend d came over and hung out last night. we made chilli and watched some tube. there was a short period where he was trying to cuddle... and i shot him down. im not sure whats going on with me, but i will tell you. i am not leading anyone on. idont cuddle with my girlfriends... there fore iwill not do it with my male friends. aint gonna happen. feelings hurt #2. im on a roll.
this week at the gym, i am going to start stop being such a panzy and stop being so intimidated by the giant juicers and add on weight lifting to my cardio. this is going to be the only sanity in my life. the gym that is. i have a photoshoot possibly in 3 months. i need to be tip top shape. totally. no questions asked. and i know this sounds sooo gay... but i was thinking if they turn out well, i may find a photographer in okc and sell some prints for a little extra money.
i guess im done for now. boy is being crazy. oh good sunday.
Friday, January 21, 2011
the second day begins
so im doing really well with the dickhead situation. i decided to go the high road and just never talk to him again... but this also include the bitch side of me making it hard as fuck for him to get the rest of his stuff out of my house. oh well... ill have a grill this summer?! yay. ok. but... for some reason i am in a really funky mood. like... not all day. just at certain times. i went to dinner at my dear friends house last night. i love him, and he would do anything for me. hes one of the few guys im ok with smelling me after the gym. so, we have had previous history... when we were lik 18. but we are both single and have both gone through the same thing, so we connect on this level. the thing is... i just never see us being together. mainly because i piss him off way too much. and there are more reasons. but i would never sacrafice our friendship to try and have a romantic relationship. so i told him this. well as i was leaving, he gave me a hug and went in for the kiss. i naturally turned my head... and he said "oh, thats sad" and i replied with "you know the rules". apparently... he does not know the rules. which puts me in a situation where now im just kind of uncomfortable around him. i wish i could back track two months and do something differently... but i feel as though there is no coming out of this situation now. boo.
i miss being 18. i miss being in college and not giving a fuck about anything except going to shows and drinking. id give anything to relive 2003 just for a week. just to feel as weightless as i did. it seems like forever ago. ive been stuck in this state for 8 years. its soul sucking. i miss my home. a lot more now days then i did last year. everything is flying by me and it just feels like im in slow motion. im not getting any fucking younger and this really frusterates me. i am frusterated because everyone thinks they know what is best for me... and i can completely understand that, cause i push my opinions a little too much sometimes as well. but. im at a crossroads. im stuck in between dreams if you will. i am sooooo unsure of what i want or what i need. i am too layed back sometimes... i can see why i may be annoying sometimes. but i feel like everyone is pushing me to be more future driven. the fact is. i could die tonight. or tomorrow. or next week. i dont want to waste my time worrying about what i need to do two years from now. i want to worry about what i am doing today. is this really such a bad thing?!@
well. since i dont talk to many people during the day. i foresee myself blogging an unhealthy amount. ill be back in an hour or two. im trying to spend my work breaks not smoking... saturday is my quit day. its just a dirty habbit. and i enjoy breathing.
i miss being 18. i miss being in college and not giving a fuck about anything except going to shows and drinking. id give anything to relive 2003 just for a week. just to feel as weightless as i did. it seems like forever ago. ive been stuck in this state for 8 years. its soul sucking. i miss my home. a lot more now days then i did last year. everything is flying by me and it just feels like im in slow motion. im not getting any fucking younger and this really frusterates me. i am frusterated because everyone thinks they know what is best for me... and i can completely understand that, cause i push my opinions a little too much sometimes as well. but. im at a crossroads. im stuck in between dreams if you will. i am sooooo unsure of what i want or what i need. i am too layed back sometimes... i can see why i may be annoying sometimes. but i feel like everyone is pushing me to be more future driven. the fact is. i could die tonight. or tomorrow. or next week. i dont want to waste my time worrying about what i need to do two years from now. i want to worry about what i am doing today. is this really such a bad thing?!@
well. since i dont talk to many people during the day. i foresee myself blogging an unhealthy amount. ill be back in an hour or two. im trying to spend my work breaks not smoking... saturday is my quit day. its just a dirty habbit. and i enjoy breathing.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
getting started...
ok. so ive been wanting to start a blog for a while. not in hopes that anyone will read of even care... but mainly cause i get really bad hand cramps and this will serve as a diary. i normally detest technology... however, i write slowly and my brain moves faster than my hands can write. so... for the sake of anyone reading this. i warn you... im a bit of a nutcase. no more than any other female... just in my own special way. so... let me see... though this is a diary... i should start from the basics. im 25. i have the most free spirited almost 4 year old. hes nuts... gets it from me. i am divorced. of course... im bitter. ive lost most of my hope in humanity... except for the few friends i have and well... lets just say that i have a bit of a problem with getting myself into traumatic situations.
i could relate all of this to my radical childhood, but lets face it, im a grown ass woman... i can only blame myself. sure, the older i get, the more like my mother i become, but i look at this as a positive thing. shes pretty bad ass. she knows i make a lot of dumb decisions but she sticks by me. shes kind of like my hero. shes tuff as nails and has been through more shit in her life than any other woman i know... personally anyways. sometimes she comes out in me at the worst times though. she is like the queen of head games. she has never let a man or anyone for that matter get away with anything. i admire her for that. she always sticks up for herself... and for being a little old italian woman... she still scares the shit out of me. there is so much stuff i wish i could tell her... but i dont want to dissapoint her. i know, i know, she doesnt ever judge me, but shes the only person who i care what they think about me is.
moving on... love life... ive given up. i thought about internet dating... due to the lack of leaving the house with my boy... but when i think about it, the first thing that comes to mind is AIDS. bars.. well... lets face it. bar boys are DOUCHE BAGS and also makes me think of AIDS. i do go to the gym... however... boys on steroids kind of scare me. i mean, and really. if you cant even hold your penis while you piss... how can i expect excellence from that. this brings us to the same sex option. well... first of all. i dont like girls. they are mean and hateful. i know this is fact because i am one. i am mean and hateful. just mean and hateful on the inside. i think that will be my main purpose of this. everything i bite my tongue on. i shall speak (type) here.
i have a story. i was engaged not long ago. he was perfect. we were perfect. everything was perfect. there was a problem. perfect doesnt fucking exist. youd think id know this being that i have been divorced and a slut most of my life. ill touch that later... but yea. it doesnt. so on my 25th birthday, my whole world came crashing down. the dickhead decided he couldnt ever be married again or have anymore children.. for you men out there, dont propose to a girl if you dont have any intention of actually marrying her. but for some of us this does work out...ebay is amazing and engagement rings can actually help with downpayments for houses. just sayin.. anyways... im getting off track. ok. so i decided it didnt matter. i could be someones life partner and never have anymore kids. so this last a few months. well... then that wasnt good enough. there were too many things he had to accomplish, and he couldnt do them living with me... so my 30 yr old man moved in with his grandmother. he wanted to help her living situation blah blah blah. ok. so he moves in with her. before he moves out i get a call he is cheating on me with this trashy bitch whom we shall call cunt. well... dickhead denies any of this and i, like the schmuck i am, believe him. so... obviously things didnt work out. i never saw him, he never really made time for me. so we broke up. low and behold cunt and dickhead start dating. so... i ... like the bitch i am... well... i got angry. when i get angry. i get even. so. me and dickhead have a secret friendship. completely innocent. really.. it was. well.. that doesnt really work when you are dating a cunt and you had a lilly. so.. we had a short lived affair. very shortlived. id say about 3 wks short lived. enough to please my vindictive side. so cunt gets suspiscious. and gets insecure... which she should be. but anywho. she starts pulling the strings a little tighter around his balls. this is impressive cause the man has huge balls. so he drops me completely. he doesnt want the drama, he wants to get through school and have somewhere to sleep instead of his gma roomie. typical. this is how we started out.. only... he didnt live with gma. so yesterday i was faced with a very hard decision. do i fuck up his plans like he fucked up mine? or do i be the bigger person and let him be miserable with cunt. i took the highroad... atleast for now. plus... its satisfactory enough that he thinks of me everytime he is with her. i know this because this is how she got whim. he mentioned my name while fucking cunt. what can i say?! ive had practice.
so. my story doesnt really have a conclusion.. not yet anyway. but i have been blocked from the cyber world of cunt and dickhead. social networking. fuck man. you might as well return to middle school and start the silent treatment. cause i always win. but yea. i just really wanted to get that out there. its frusterating not to be able to be public about this shit... not on a popular site like fb.
i guess that is enough for one day. though i have sooo much more to bitch about. i shal save it for another blog. and im sorry for anyone who just read all of this. hopefully you were a fast reader and this didnt waste too much of your life.
i could relate all of this to my radical childhood, but lets face it, im a grown ass woman... i can only blame myself. sure, the older i get, the more like my mother i become, but i look at this as a positive thing. shes pretty bad ass. she knows i make a lot of dumb decisions but she sticks by me. shes kind of like my hero. shes tuff as nails and has been through more shit in her life than any other woman i know... personally anyways. sometimes she comes out in me at the worst times though. she is like the queen of head games. she has never let a man or anyone for that matter get away with anything. i admire her for that. she always sticks up for herself... and for being a little old italian woman... she still scares the shit out of me. there is so much stuff i wish i could tell her... but i dont want to dissapoint her. i know, i know, she doesnt ever judge me, but shes the only person who i care what they think about me is.
moving on... love life... ive given up. i thought about internet dating... due to the lack of leaving the house with my boy... but when i think about it, the first thing that comes to mind is AIDS. bars.. well... lets face it. bar boys are DOUCHE BAGS and also makes me think of AIDS. i do go to the gym... however... boys on steroids kind of scare me. i mean, and really. if you cant even hold your penis while you piss... how can i expect excellence from that. this brings us to the same sex option. well... first of all. i dont like girls. they are mean and hateful. i know this is fact because i am one. i am mean and hateful. just mean and hateful on the inside. i think that will be my main purpose of this. everything i bite my tongue on. i shall speak (type) here.
i have a story. i was engaged not long ago. he was perfect. we were perfect. everything was perfect. there was a problem. perfect doesnt fucking exist. youd think id know this being that i have been divorced and a slut most of my life. ill touch that later... but yea. it doesnt. so on my 25th birthday, my whole world came crashing down. the dickhead decided he couldnt ever be married again or have anymore children.. for you men out there, dont propose to a girl if you dont have any intention of actually marrying her. but for some of us this does work out...ebay is amazing and engagement rings can actually help with downpayments for houses. just sayin.. anyways... im getting off track. ok. so i decided it didnt matter. i could be someones life partner and never have anymore kids. so this last a few months. well... then that wasnt good enough. there were too many things he had to accomplish, and he couldnt do them living with me... so my 30 yr old man moved in with his grandmother. he wanted to help her living situation blah blah blah. ok. so he moves in with her. before he moves out i get a call he is cheating on me with this trashy bitch whom we shall call cunt. well... dickhead denies any of this and i, like the schmuck i am, believe him. so... obviously things didnt work out. i never saw him, he never really made time for me. so we broke up. low and behold cunt and dickhead start dating. so... i ... like the bitch i am... well... i got angry. when i get angry. i get even. so. me and dickhead have a secret friendship. completely innocent. really.. it was. well.. that doesnt really work when you are dating a cunt and you had a lilly. so.. we had a short lived affair. very shortlived. id say about 3 wks short lived. enough to please my vindictive side. so cunt gets suspiscious. and gets insecure... which she should be. but anywho. she starts pulling the strings a little tighter around his balls. this is impressive cause the man has huge balls. so he drops me completely. he doesnt want the drama, he wants to get through school and have somewhere to sleep instead of his gma roomie. typical. this is how we started out.. only... he didnt live with gma. so yesterday i was faced with a very hard decision. do i fuck up his plans like he fucked up mine? or do i be the bigger person and let him be miserable with cunt. i took the highroad... atleast for now. plus... its satisfactory enough that he thinks of me everytime he is with her. i know this because this is how she got whim. he mentioned my name while fucking cunt. what can i say?! ive had practice.
so. my story doesnt really have a conclusion.. not yet anyway. but i have been blocked from the cyber world of cunt and dickhead. social networking. fuck man. you might as well return to middle school and start the silent treatment. cause i always win. but yea. i just really wanted to get that out there. its frusterating not to be able to be public about this shit... not on a popular site like fb.
i guess that is enough for one day. though i have sooo much more to bitch about. i shal save it for another blog. and im sorry for anyone who just read all of this. hopefully you were a fast reader and this didnt waste too much of your life.
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