It has to do with the Ex. Everyone loves a good ex-boyfriend rant, right? At the moment, though, all i can think to write is "fuck you. fuck you. fuck you." Seriously. Anything that isn't "fuck you. fuck you. fuck you," had to be written and typed by my roommate.
Check this space out tomorrow after i have cooled down and regretted the e-mail i just sent to him.
Oh, boy. I hope i haven't lost a friend.
SG
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2 comments:
this blog is retarded. u whine about dumb shit way too much.
Please be specific about what you think is whiny and what you think is "dumb shit." I am more than open to constructive criticism. And please take the time to write out the word "you."
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