Ok, here's a little story, but first let me apologize. Keyboard is still broken, and it effects the L key, the semi colon and the apostrophe... so dont expect much of those.Back to story: there was this boy who works at Starbucks who is a friend of a friend. We met through said friend and attraction was there. Date one was a movie and us hooking up for 4 hours in the parking lot afterwards. Date two was at my place involving a tarot card reading, a massage, The Maltese Falcon, and some fooling around. After that nothing. Note: he was moving back to college and was busy, so I cut him some slack. He calls 2 weeks later acting as though nothing had happened and I went along with it. Yet again, afterwards nothing. I even called once or twice but no call back. Whatever, hes busy.
Oh wait! I go onto facebook and lookie here, but starbucksboy is now listed as in a relationship. Well that explains him never returning my calls.
I AM LIVID! If you arent interested in a girl YOU FUCKING TELL HER! Dont leave her hanging for god knows how long and have her find out through facebook. Facebook, of all fucking things. He didnt even have a set to tell me.
I want to kill him. I want to rip off his testicles and feed them to a pack of wild animals while he looks on in horror. I want him on his knees begging and screaming before I stick him like the pig he is. I want to wreak upon him a misguided form of vigalante justice for women; to inflict a Tarantino brand of vengeance. He cant be much of a cassanova without balls, now can he?
Yeah, Im really fucking pissed.
Oh wait! I go onto facebook and lookie here, but starbucksboy is now listed as in a relationship. Well that explains him never returning my calls.
I AM LIVID! If you arent interested in a girl YOU FUCKING TELL HER! Dont leave her hanging for god knows how long and have her find out through facebook. Facebook, of all fucking things. He didnt even have a set to tell me.
I want to kill him. I want to rip off his testicles and feed them to a pack of wild animals while he looks on in horror. I want him on his knees begging and screaming before I stick him like the pig he is. I want to wreak upon him a misguided form of vigalante justice for women; to inflict a Tarantino brand of vengeance. He cant be much of a cassanova without balls, now can he?
Yeah, Im really fucking pissed.
tooredrabbit:
now that is some rage. Definitely a tactless thing for him to do though. Especially with no phone calls.
berzerker_barrag:
your name reminded me of light bright which made me REALLY MISS LIGHT BRIGHT