"Proxy's a different story entirely. I get the feeling she basically wrote me off as a jerk and a liar after we broke up. And I haven't heard from her, but get second-hand vibes about what she thinks of me here and there. And, of course, it's that I'm a jerk and a liar."
"I'm not certain whether Proxy has clocked out on me or if I am giving up, but the end result is the same. I'm not going to keep fighting to prove that I am worth her time and attention.
I'm done.
I'm out.
Being alone is better than being ignored."
There's nothing stranger than reading the blogs of x-somebodys. For the record, I could point out these men were not worth the trouble of cuddling to my mighty bosom whenever they had a bout of the 'wanna-attentions'. Or how unappetizingly martyr-bent, self obsessed and generally trainwrecked these men are/were. But I won't....
I'll agree. I am worse than, like, ten thousand dead babies. And, like, twice as mean. I can't linger, reader-san, not with hundreds of Chicago puppies and orphans to skewer.
17 April 2007
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Wait... how mean are dead babies?
What a thing for an X to say!!! Skewer me a puppy and an orphan! Dark meat though...
-Marc
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