[A trifecta of dumpage]

Update on the lame front: M.'s missing girlfriend turned out to just be "i can't do this right now"-ing him; I have still not heard from C.; and my friend Jeremy is having surgery tomorrow to fix his freakin' hernias, and tonight his equivalent of my M. broke it off with him. The only difference is that his equivalent of my M. is a raging cunthead magafucktard who couldn't even wait a damn week so the poor guy could recover from surgery. God. I swear only approximately one of every two bodies contains a soul.

Anyway, this is funny because a) this means that M. and I are once again (and not very long after the last time) both single again, and thus able to resume our incredible sex liaison. But- I'm not sure I really want to.

Blah. I am ready to spend a few months alone. I don't need a guy in order to have someone to talk to anymore, so this is a weird adjustment, but I'm gonna try to make it until June without a boyfriend, if possible. With one exception whose name I will not mention. If he expresses an interest in me, I will jump in blindly.

Who could it be, who could it be!

© beotch at
12:10 a.m.
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