Dear you, I hate you, Love, Me.
I hate you because I am writing a fucking blog post about you, and I'm over the age of fourteen.
I hate you because I went out of my way to distract myself last night, even going to someone else's house, and yet when I came home, I was still hoping you'd call. (By the way, I hooked up with perhaps the most selfish person ever last night...who the hell doesn't even try to bring their partner to orgasm?? Maybe that's why I feel like I'm 14 again...)
This post is unbelievably lame. Well, style has to match substance. Take that!!!!!!!!!
Well, if/when you ever call, I'm obviously going to pick up and invite you over. Obviously.
I am a bigger person! I only have a few weeks left! And, um, you're great.
FUCK.
I hate you because I went out of my way to distract myself last night, even going to someone else's house, and yet when I came home, I was still hoping you'd call. (By the way, I hooked up with perhaps the most selfish person ever last night...who the hell doesn't even try to bring their partner to orgasm?? Maybe that's why I feel like I'm 14 again...)
This post is unbelievably lame. Well, style has to match substance. Take that!!!!!!!!!
Well, if/when you ever call, I'm obviously going to pick up and invite you over. Obviously.
I am a bigger person! I only have a few weeks left! And, um, you're great.
FUCK.
posted by Brynne at 9:44 AM
4 Comments:
oh dear... are you in need of a hug? i'll hug you! when we meet later..right? who cares about stupid people who write for lame publications? well obviously you do but...
yes, i need 12 hugs!!!!!!!! i have to hear about your night with coworkers, i am dying of curiosity!!
yeah, i don't care at all. :)
yeah, tres cee, what is that post all about?
i need to give up on him...luckily i have a weekend visitor who will be very distracting!!! ;)
I meant comment, not post...
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