missred

you know, i hate that my ex feels he can claim our break up as a loss, like something that hurt him, like something that made an impact on his life. i fucking hate it...if there was ever a time i wish i could have been able to see the future it would be the time that i made the decision to waste my time on him. the first time ive ever had regret. he moves on and i get to never forget him. i fucking hate him.

i just had to get that out...

its been a bit. i moved again. its working out well. i hate my new boss. my new coworker is a smelly large girl who talks like the girl who sings in barbie girl song...i want to palm her face. my boy (who is the most amazing man, something that the forementioned fuck tard would know nothing about) is back from japan. thats nice. i am currently watching the superbowl...half paing attention. it lost me when the power went out. not to mention that my friend took a viagra and we are waiting for something to happen, telling my other friend to push his buttons under the blanket so something happens. and now arguing what is in the football players pants that keeps the pants out of their asses cause they should be getting wedgies and youd be able to see their ass cheeks...this is getting heated ha!
these commercials are ok, kinda funny.