Jan 17, 2007 01:20
but for chronologies sake,
the boy and i parted ways on nov. 8th, 2006.
he is my longest, proudest, most redemptive relationship.
we are no more.
we are still friends, but we are dust.
he is also my most prolonged, circuituous break-up;
2+ years of flaccid, insipid bullshit.
during the interim, i have decided on a few things:
sex is a food group.
i require it daily, if not several times daily.
i will not live with you, breed with you, marry you,
share a bank acct. with you, or wash your chonies/ socks.
nyet, not ever.
i don't cook. you should.
instead, i drink wine. alot.
consider it a food group, like sex.
(see above)
i am not that chubby girl with daddy/ acceptance issues.
i love me. my daddy loves me. i am the shit like b-a-n-a-n-a-s.
what i lack in esteem i more than make up for with ego.
go save yo mama coz i don't require your salvation.
i may not shave as often as others,
but my eyebrows are always did.
and my hair is always on hit.
i will dress you.
don't be a pain in the ass about it.
you were fugly and busted when i found you; i rescued you.
let it be. with a side of grateful.
i am -thee star- here.
don't hate, just hold my vintage couture handbag, k?
my friends and my fags will always trump you.
go freak out over some pabst and single malt scotch if you are that perturbed.
i am funnier than you. and smarter, too.
rock it!
this is my 2007.
will keep thine posted.
in all snobbiness,
in all truthfullness,
le j.