and we both got laid. like concrete.
So i've come to the brilliant conclusion that i no longer have to be nice to that stupid piece of shit because my friend isn't dating him anymore. although being a big person and reamaing friends after a breakup does not entail all that those two think it entails. in fact, i'd be really happy if he were run over by an eighteen-wheeler. but i don't have to tolerate the asinine remarks anymore. next time he does it, he won't be blessed by a near death experience. he'll fucking die.
on a less angry but still irritated note: you have to work? you were willing to wake me up at nine and fuck (except christine was here) but after class you're running off to fertilize lawns? where is the justice?
on a less angry but still irritated note: you have to work? you were willing to wake me up at nine and fuck (except christine was here) but after class you're running off to fertilize lawns? where is the justice?