And...she misses the rebound
So the Prozack Staple show last night was excellent, what I can remember of it or was inside to see...
Nevertheless, the mood was ruined when Marcus' ex, Becky, showed up. Let me tell you, that was great. Here I am, looking like a hippie as usual, and she comes over after the Crystal Method show across the street. Now, mind you, I am not normally threatened by such things as people unless they are much larger than me. Becky's really cute. Not just cute, mind you, but she looked so good last night. She had her hair did and this nifty pink-and-black thing going on, ok, Becky looked fucking hot last night and you could tell Marcus was thinking the same thing.
Now I am not so much insecure about my looks, but considering the recent events of Marcus telling me I'm not that attractive and that he doesn't think of me much as a girlfriend anymore and then DUMPING ME, yeah, I'm a little self-conscious. Dammit, now this ranting has put me in quite the mood and my fake chicken nuggets are almost done. Too bad I lost my appetite.
Anywho, so Fucking Hot Becky and Sex God Marcus are in my general vicinity in a dark alley downtown outside of the Detour. God, I needed a cigarette. I still do. But no...I'm on FUCKING CONTRACT FOR FUCKING CHOIR THAT I AM FUCKING SICK OF. How many times have I said "fuck" in one form or another? Sorry.
So they're both looking rather attractive as they always do and I'm looking like a dirty hippie like I always do, and it dawned upon me that in some sick way, Marcus has dumped me for Becky. Never mind that she cheated on him and then left him for Nick, who is Lindsey's ex. But they're perfect for each other. They were really in love. And at least he was attracted to her. But fuck! What am I supposed to do? I guess what I'm doing right now: craving nicotine, hiding in a corner, writing in a public diary so everyone else can read of my heartache.
I guess I know now what EVERY SINGLE ONE of my exes has felt like, because I feel like shit. I've never been dumped! This is NOT OK. I was a fucking rebound. GODDAMMIT!!! So yeah, I promised myself I wouldn't rebound from this, because the last rebound I had ended in tragedy, as most do. But it's real hard. Because people are hot, and they say they find me attractive, which is a welcome change from JACKASS MCGEE. I don't know. I hate myself and want to die. Or maybe I've been listening to too much Nirvana.
Nevertheless, the mood was ruined when Marcus' ex, Becky, showed up. Let me tell you, that was great. Here I am, looking like a hippie as usual, and she comes over after the Crystal Method show across the street. Now, mind you, I am not normally threatened by such things as people unless they are much larger than me. Becky's really cute. Not just cute, mind you, but she looked so good last night. She had her hair did and this nifty pink-and-black thing going on, ok, Becky looked fucking hot last night and you could tell Marcus was thinking the same thing.
Now I am not so much insecure about my looks, but considering the recent events of Marcus telling me I'm not that attractive and that he doesn't think of me much as a girlfriend anymore and then DUMPING ME, yeah, I'm a little self-conscious. Dammit, now this ranting has put me in quite the mood and my fake chicken nuggets are almost done. Too bad I lost my appetite.
Anywho, so Fucking Hot Becky and Sex God Marcus are in my general vicinity in a dark alley downtown outside of the Detour. God, I needed a cigarette. I still do. But no...I'm on FUCKING CONTRACT FOR FUCKING CHOIR THAT I AM FUCKING SICK OF. How many times have I said "fuck" in one form or another? Sorry.
So they're both looking rather attractive as they always do and I'm looking like a dirty hippie like I always do, and it dawned upon me that in some sick way, Marcus has dumped me for Becky. Never mind that she cheated on him and then left him for Nick, who is Lindsey's ex. But they're perfect for each other. They were really in love. And at least he was attracted to her. But fuck! What am I supposed to do? I guess what I'm doing right now: craving nicotine, hiding in a corner, writing in a public diary so everyone else can read of my heartache.
I guess I know now what EVERY SINGLE ONE of my exes has felt like, because I feel like shit. I've never been dumped! This is NOT OK. I was a fucking rebound. GODDAMMIT!!! So yeah, I promised myself I wouldn't rebound from this, because the last rebound I had ended in tragedy, as most do. But it's real hard. Because people are hot, and they say they find me attractive, which is a welcome change from JACKASS MCGEE. I don't know. I hate myself and want to die. Or maybe I've been listening to too much Nirvana.