This is why I love being single:
1. I get to make breakfast for myself every morning, instead of for someone else who prefers sleeping in and just assume I'll make some for him too
2. I can look like shit and don't care less without concerning myself about what anyone else will think or say
3. I don't have to deal with in-laws
4. Dinner just for me, not taken for granted
5. Early mornings or late evenings, whatever feels best for ME
6. Eyeing others and not feeling guilty for looking
7. Flirting online and not having to hide it
8. Basically, do whatever I want whenever I want to whomever I care about.
What's yours?
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
From decent to douchebag
Sometimes, I'd like to write a note to that person who agitates the hell out of me and explain exactly how pathetic and rude the person in question is. My fingers itch, but I've learned to restrain myself ~ I don't go near the PC whenever that feeling comes around.
It's just annoying.
I mean, are your fingers broken so you can't text me back when I'm politely asking "Are you okay?"? Because that would be a perfectly good reason for ignoring me. Several months.
But since fingers heal in the end (as opposed to broken hearts), I'm guessing it's the Silent Treatment all around again. For which time in order I don't know. And I don't care anymore.
My fingers are not broken, and it's too bad you can't see which one I'm holding up right now. Hint: It's not the thumb, you're not okay.
Today is the anniversary of our first "meeting", and ironically the day I'm ending all the communication for good. A whole year wasted on someone I thought was decent, but turned out to be a douchebag. I'm not making that mistake ever again.
Tomorrow is the first day of my life without you. I won't be missing you, or your broken fingers. Adios, amigo. Vaya con Dios, and don't forget to look behind you once and a while. Someday, all that doucebagery is going to bite you real hard in the ass if you're not careful.
It's just annoying.
I mean, are your fingers broken so you can't text me back when I'm politely asking "Are you okay?"? Because that would be a perfectly good reason for ignoring me. Several months.
But since fingers heal in the end (as opposed to broken hearts), I'm guessing it's the Silent Treatment all around again. For which time in order I don't know. And I don't care anymore.
My fingers are not broken, and it's too bad you can't see which one I'm holding up right now. Hint: It's not the thumb, you're not okay.
Today is the anniversary of our first "meeting", and ironically the day I'm ending all the communication for good. A whole year wasted on someone I thought was decent, but turned out to be a douchebag. I'm not making that mistake ever again.
Tomorrow is the first day of my life without you. I won't be missing you, or your broken fingers. Adios, amigo. Vaya con Dios, and don't forget to look behind you once and a while. Someday, all that doucebagery is going to bite you real hard in the ass if you're not careful.
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