Tuesday, September 11, 2007
I'll pick up the pieces, And mend my heart
I am officially alone. Again.
There was a phone call last night. It didn't go well. When I offered to come over tonight to talk about things he told me he didn't want to see me if there was going to be any drama. And then when I promised no drama (I lied), he said, "Well, I'm not sure. I'll let you know."
Can you say asshole?
So I sent him a text today, wanting this to be over and not caring how I did it. He no longers deserve any special courtesies.
Goodbye Oscar.
Hello very sad sex life.
Today's Title from: Kissing a Fool by George Michael
There was a phone call last night. It didn't go well. When I offered to come over tonight to talk about things he told me he didn't want to see me if there was going to be any drama. And then when I promised no drama (I lied), he said, "Well, I'm not sure. I'll let you know."
Can you say asshole?
So I sent him a text today, wanting this to be over and not caring how I did it. He no longers deserve any special courtesies.
Goodbye Oscar.
Hello very sad sex life.
Today's Title from: Kissing a Fool by George Michael
Labels: Oscar
