"Few have escaped, the belly of.....The Beast"
Yesterday was a great day, finally got my shit back from Buffalo Bill. That's my ex. Hung out at Andrew's house, which was very very fun. Haha, that video camera proved to be quite amusing. Plus i had a nice conversation with an old childhood friend of mine and another very nice conversation with another friend of mine. Great all around.
The pictures from my ex's prom..I look so very angry. Well that's cause I didn't even want to go, but felt obligied to. In addition to that, the bitch gave me the wrong address, so I ended up meeting her and her friends like an hour late. I hate proms, heck the best part of going to that one was eventually getting the fuck out of that ballroom, heading down to the lounge and watching tidbits of the Devils game. My personal moment.
When I recieved my things, I found a goodbye letter of some sort. An obvious sign that she is a coward and can't say anything to my face. Of course I knew that beforehand as well. Very well. In the letter, she implies that she's had sex with her new boyfriend already. Number one, good try making me jealous, you couldn't even ever get me hard so what makes you think I care if you can do it for some loser. Number two..geez..there's all these people going around with these sick fetishes for fat! What's up with that? What's so appealing about loose skin and stretch marks? Sigh, oh I guess I'll never understand. Hah, If i knew that letter was going to be there beforehand I would've spit all I just wrote in her face. Would've been my greatest pleasure.
I'm going to see the Sugar Shane- De La Hoya fight tonight in Washington Heights, tis will be an adventure for this old sea dog, arrr arr arrr.
I love my friends. I love my music. I love my schedule. I love the single life. I love life.
The pictures from my ex's prom..I look so very angry. Well that's cause I didn't even want to go, but felt obligied to. In addition to that, the bitch gave me the wrong address, so I ended up meeting her and her friends like an hour late. I hate proms, heck the best part of going to that one was eventually getting the fuck out of that ballroom, heading down to the lounge and watching tidbits of the Devils game. My personal moment.
When I recieved my things, I found a goodbye letter of some sort. An obvious sign that she is a coward and can't say anything to my face. Of course I knew that beforehand as well. Very well. In the letter, she implies that she's had sex with her new boyfriend already. Number one, good try making me jealous, you couldn't even ever get me hard so what makes you think I care if you can do it for some loser. Number two..geez..there's all these people going around with these sick fetishes for fat! What's up with that? What's so appealing about loose skin and stretch marks? Sigh, oh I guess I'll never understand. Hah, If i knew that letter was going to be there beforehand I would've spit all I just wrote in her face. Would've been my greatest pleasure.
I'm going to see the Sugar Shane- De La Hoya fight tonight in Washington Heights, tis will be an adventure for this old sea dog, arrr arr arrr.
I love my friends. I love my music. I love my schedule. I love the single life. I love life.