I don’t know what horrible life decisions led me to have so many whiny ex-boyfriends, but I wish all those assholes would fucking seppuku themselves and get over it.
I don’t really give two shits about what is happening in your lives currently, ex-boyfriends. Are you calling me to offer cash or perhaps a free carton of Craisins? No? Then fuck yourself. Being friendly with your exes is almost a pointless venture because all it means is you get the priviledge of being THE WOMAN WHO THEY TALK TO ABOUT EVERYTHING while you can’t tell them a goddamn thing, because they suck ass at listening and they don’t want to hear about you fucking some other dude anyway.
Its always whining, too, because men can only truly “open up” to women, not another man. My efforts to kindly say “hey, while I don’t mind an occasional update on your life or whatever, I have to tell you I DON’T GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT ANY GODDAMN THING YOU’RE YAPPING ABOUT” have fallen upon deaf ears, so I found another way to get rid of my exes: lying. I’ve begun to tell them that I am still achingly in love with them and talking to them is too painful. It’s worked 50% of the time thus far, which is better than 0%, my previous record.
Still, I’m thankful I don’t have any ex-girlfriends, because I have a feeling bitches are even more whiny and annoying to their ex boyfriends. Who fucking cares.
-Sterner
Just commit seppuku and get over it
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“erotic city”, (unedited) prince
There are few words I can use to describe how much I love this song. Top 5.
"When creativity isn't valued in society, destruction takes over."
Shelly Berc, on the study of tapping creativity.*
*hence why listening to modern radio makes me suicidal?
How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?
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- Charles Bukowski. (via iamalewiscarrollpoem) The Gospel. |
