oblivion wrote a poem for me.
Noone has ever done that before. It's awesome.
You should go to his journal and read it.
So my ex boyfriend just called me a half hour ago. I'd like to extend to you all the privelege of his logic, on the grounds that if I have to suffer, so do you.
Now, back history. I dumped this guy over a year and a half ago because he was a crack addict who was stealing my money. I don't like that.
He calls me periodically, I think just to ruin my day, or something.
He called me today, to ask if I'd be interested in playing keys and singing in his friend's band. He was trying to convince me because I'd have fun and saying that he didn't really know the guy that well or hang out with him that often, so I'd 'almost never' see him.
Sorry, but if I wanted a band to play in, I could just bug my friends until they let me play with them. Two of my best friends are musicians, so uh, yeah. Not really into the 'fleetwod mac and beatles cover band".
The other fun news he had to impart was that unsurprisingly he was once again unemployed and couldn't afford to pay me back the money he stole from me, because his truck was broke (doesn't matter what vehicle he drives, it's always all fucked up, in his eyes and always needs thousands of dollars spent on it).
And oh yeah, he's getting married in six months, and going to adopt his girlfriend's kid. Poor kid. Honestly. He hasn't been clean and sober, if he even is NOW for more than 6 months at best.
But of course he still cares about me, and I was the best thing that ever happened to him, and uh, the really big thing that pissed me off, was him saying that I still loved him too. It's JUST NOT TRUE. I loved him once, but that was a long time ago. A lot has happened since then, things change, and call me crazy, but when someone screws me over, it burns away whatever feelings I had for them. So no, I don't still care for him. I don't even want to hear from him, don't think about him at all. I just wish that he would pay me back the hundreds of dollars he owes me.
WHY WHY WHY do I have such crappy taste in men? It's almost like a talent. Put me in a room, guarantee that if you want to find the addict, the asshole, or the fuckhead, just wait five minutes and then see which ones I'm attracted to.
Noone has ever done that before. It's awesome.
You should go to his journal and read it.
So my ex boyfriend just called me a half hour ago. I'd like to extend to you all the privelege of his logic, on the grounds that if I have to suffer, so do you.
Now, back history. I dumped this guy over a year and a half ago because he was a crack addict who was stealing my money. I don't like that.
He calls me periodically, I think just to ruin my day, or something.
He called me today, to ask if I'd be interested in playing keys and singing in his friend's band. He was trying to convince me because I'd have fun and saying that he didn't really know the guy that well or hang out with him that often, so I'd 'almost never' see him.
Sorry, but if I wanted a band to play in, I could just bug my friends until they let me play with them. Two of my best friends are musicians, so uh, yeah. Not really into the 'fleetwod mac and beatles cover band".
The other fun news he had to impart was that unsurprisingly he was once again unemployed and couldn't afford to pay me back the money he stole from me, because his truck was broke (doesn't matter what vehicle he drives, it's always all fucked up, in his eyes and always needs thousands of dollars spent on it).
And oh yeah, he's getting married in six months, and going to adopt his girlfriend's kid. Poor kid. Honestly. He hasn't been clean and sober, if he even is NOW for more than 6 months at best.
But of course he still cares about me, and I was the best thing that ever happened to him, and uh, the really big thing that pissed me off, was him saying that I still loved him too. It's JUST NOT TRUE. I loved him once, but that was a long time ago. A lot has happened since then, things change, and call me crazy, but when someone screws me over, it burns away whatever feelings I had for them. So no, I don't still care for him. I don't even want to hear from him, don't think about him at all. I just wish that he would pay me back the hundreds of dollars he owes me.
WHY WHY WHY do I have such crappy taste in men? It's almost like a talent. Put me in a room, guarantee that if you want to find the addict, the asshole, or the fuckhead, just wait five minutes and then see which ones I'm attracted to.
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*bows*