mild concerns
I was going to write a heart-stirring missive about how drunk I am on Tuesday night and the restraint I have displayed by not calling an ex when I thought about it every minute (better than every hour) since about 10 pm. Fucking men.
At least currently my thoughts of calling a certain ex are interposed with thoughts of other exes and 2 C batteries and some guy who seemed nice and I don't remember his name from the bar.
Does any other bookish brunette find it annoying when an unknown gentleman can't pick up on her thoughtful, ironic sarcasms? Seriously, if a potential won't laugh when you call bingo a game of strategy that is their own fault.
Yes, thank you, rumor has it that it is indeed Tuesday.
Don't forget to tip your waitresses
At least currently my thoughts of calling a certain ex are interposed with thoughts of other exes and 2 C batteries and some guy who seemed nice and I don't remember his name from the bar.
Does any other bookish brunette find it annoying when an unknown gentleman can't pick up on her thoughtful, ironic sarcasms? Seriously, if a potential won't laugh when you call bingo a game of strategy that is their own fault.
Yes, thank you, rumor has it that it is indeed Tuesday.
Don't forget to tip your waitresses
posted by yb at
9:27 PM
1 Comments:
I agree - fucking men. Especially ones that play games and don't know what they want......yet you have common interests with. Le sigh.
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