today
is valentines day. again. I went to borders and bought a post secret book and another book titled "its called a break up because its broken" the smart girls break up buddy. I hope it bears some magical information that will numb the doubt and emotional paralysis like Novocain for the soul. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to buy this particular book on valentine's day? I couldn't even make eye contact with the clerk. When i finally did he did me the courtesy of covering the magical little break up book with the postsecret book to ensure my cynically hopeful air that i was presenting. My room mate may finally be on the verge of being evicted. She is the definition of sociopath. She can't stop lying and its disgusting. the fat c-word needs to move out and save her pathetic "i just didn't know and im so sorry" speech's for her next unarmed victims. Luckily, this valentine's day i did not have to hear about a certain someone's questioning of the use of mascara, despite how it may clump (time for a new tube!) or about how he really didnt want to do anything or thinks a stupid holiday, when really all he was doing was turning that horrendous day into a very significant analogy for our relationship. Thank you Jesus for finally letting it sink in that this man-child was not the one for me.
I'm ready for a break-over.
I'm ready for a break-over.