It All Comes Back Around...

[2pounds2much]

     I shouldn't be feeling somewhat happy about this stuff happening to him. I dated him, and he fucked me over. Big time. ((twice)). But for some reason (largely masochism, i'm supposing) i've kept tabs on him through myspace. I've looked and read on as this undeserving dickhead fucker's life fell happily in to place. Good job, new apartment, new car, pregnant fiancee. I left it alone for a few months. But i had an urge to check this morning, and so returned to my internet stalker ways. And i'm so glad i did. Turns out, it all fell apart. And i know i shouldn't be as happy as i am. But it's made my morning so much better. Karma, bitches. =)

<3 Kara