Mar 27, 2006 22:57
I am officially done with you, universe.
I can't believe my sore luck and my bad judgement. They are a tricky pair of misfits, indeed. Long Island iced tea adds the point to the sadistic little triangle. But it's okay, because he's moving back for a job. Yeah, a job. A real NUT job.
named renee.
all I want to say is "please stay. please stay here with me, we'll work out just fine."
But what I said was "alright, good luck. goodbye"