This is probably the eighth blog I've created, I'm really, really bad at keeping up with them. However, it's the beginning of a new year and a new life for me, so maybe I'll actually keep this one updated.
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“ [Your Ex] seems like the kind of asshole who very seldom is unhappy (except for maybe pending court cases and shit he brings upon himself) simply because he doesn’t consider other people’s feelings … it’s easy to stay very content if you don’t give a shit about other people. He could have weathered out your tough time together, but he is obviously too selfish to even deal with a little discomfort, so he figured it would make his life easier if he didn’t have someone around whose happiness he was partly responsible for—if anything, I feel bad for the girls he’s meeting, because he might put them through what he did to you—or worse. So he may be out having a ball with these hot bitches, but in the end, he’s going to be a fat hick loser with half a dozen kids he can’t support, and the “hot bitch” who becomes his wife will likely spend every day of her life with him wishing she’d been the one dumped via text message. Meanwhile, you’ll be back on the East Coast sipping margaritas with me on a back deck while our kids beat the hell out of each other and our handsome, well-educated husbands make us dinner.
A well-prosed, incredibly insightful email from Rebecca.
So I got dumped last Thursday by my ex-pussy-of-a-boyfriend. By a text message.
You couldn’t do it in person
You had to text message break up
You fuck up
Oh my god i wanna throw up
You couldn’t even spell break right!
B-r-a-k-e?
That’s in your car dummy!
And i’m not gonna take this discrace
I’ll be like mace in you face on myspace
just you wait till you read the shit
on you im gonna blog about
You like text so much?
How much you like it now?
You can’t text message break up! (x3)
after 2 years?
You can’t text message break up! (x3)
Get a clue
I’ll Go Alanis Morissette on you
I’m gonna blog and text and post and hoax
Podcast your bastard ass from coast to coast
My ex bf is a cyber space coward
And he plays with his asshole in the shower
I gonna tell all my girlfriends how bad the sex was
Im pissed like president bush
would be in a gay parade in texas
I gonna spit until you shit
If you dont like it you can lick my fucking clit
For once
You can’t text message break up!
Oh my god!
You can’t text message break up!
I mean we got a dog!
You can’t text message break up!
You still owe me 1, 200 dollars shitbag!
You can’t text message break up!
String up a stag!
You can’t text message break up!
I want all my stuff back!
You can’t text message break up!
Get a clue
No just let the clues be lost
Fuck you dick
I cant belive he did that
What a fucking douche bag why cant he figure it out
What a loser I mean jesus
If you ever did that on the phone I would
What? are you kidding me?
Youre never gonna get laid in this town again you loser!
Youre an ass
Go fuck yourself you piece of shit
I cant believe that crap
Im gonna send that guy a douche bag in the mail
Im gonna use the same weapon against you
Cause I can type too
Ex bf foreva dick
You’re my ex bf foreva dick
Today’s the NH Primary, I’m super-excited to see how this all will turn out. While I would love to see a woman in the oval office, I don’t think Ms. Clinton is the right one. In polls it looks like the two candidates will be Obama and McCain - which I have to say actually isn’t too bad. As long as Romney doesn’t get the vote I’ll be happy. I wish I could still vote in the NH Primary, but ohhhh wellllll. My former employers at the Boston Globe have decided to endorse both Obama and McCain as the leading party candidates, which I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew they wouldn’t pick Romney.
I feel all grown-up blogging about politics. I know it’s not the most enlightening post or anything, but still. To quote Seinfeld, “I’m just saying…”
