… to perserve some sense of being a lady.
I regretted it the whole way home.
Until I was asked out on Saturday by recent dating conquest for tonight after the superbowl.
Stupidity. because I’m sitting home. Alone. Drunk. (and residue drunk) and Horny. …and alone. Did I mention alone? And horny?!?!?!
But just because I know better.. doesn’t mean I don’t feel yuky because he blew me off for plans “after the super bowl”
…btw i agreed, not knowing the game starting at 6pm.
And I sulk in my single, lonely, bitterness.
1. if he really likes you, (read: if you really like her) do not hesitate to call.
Now you join facebook?
WHAT?! are you kidding me?
And seriously? Facebook has to keep asking me if I know you? X that shit out.
Oh and it shows up on my FEED?! are you KIDDING ME!?
When will this nightmare of heartbreak end. I hate you so much for hurting me you piece of dirt.
