I was inspired by Brisby's blog. So... Valentine's Day...
Here's my version:
No valentine.
Drank a bunch of martinis.
An ex showed up at the bar with a friend of mine.
Left bar pissed off.
Proceeded to send rediculous texts back and forth.
Ex called and screamed at me, calling me "self rightous" (whatever that was supposed to mean) and hung up on me.
Passed out.
Woke up and deleted him from my phone.
The end. No chocolates. No candy. No flowers.
Here's my version:
No valentine.
Drank a bunch of martinis.
An ex showed up at the bar with a friend of mine.
Left bar pissed off.
Proceeded to send rediculous texts back and forth.
Ex called and screamed at me, calling me "self rightous" (whatever that was supposed to mean) and hung up on me.
Passed out.
Woke up and deleted him from my phone.
The end. No chocolates. No candy. No flowers.
edwin:
Yikes, that sounds pretty bad. I don't know you at all or anything but I don't think anyone deserves a V-day like that. You didn't wake up with a hangover too, did ya?
edwin:
Well then I'm glad at least something small went right for you. 