So why is it a motherfucker can't find a long sleeve polo shirt that has a decent knit weight and is a color other than blue or black? I have been all over this city and can't find one. They are all either blue or black which I already have or something like white or grey that just washes me out. I found one or 2 shirts but they were mediums or smalls...I wear the standard size of large. I would think a decent red or orange or burgandy would be normal and that this is one of the simpliest shirt types but nooooooooooooooooooo. Fuckin bull shit man.
In other notes my ex called me a few weeks ago. She said she had just seen the nutcracker and it reminded her of me and she thought she would give me a call. ( I was all like huh? But then I guess she meant b/c I have a collection of nutcrackers. The real reason was probably b/c it had been a year since we broke up and that was her thinly veiled excuse.) Anyway we play catch-up on bs and what not then she tells me shes moving. So I ask who she's moving in with (a valid question since nearly everyone who lives where she does has a roommate).
Her response is, "well, um err, uh kjhdskh, blehsih, and um, so yeah the new apartment is in a community and has...." Translation is she is moving in with the guy she left me for a year ago, but she can't tell me that for whatever reason. I just start to chuckle to myself.
She still feels bad for leaving me for a 22 y/o virgin who works for AOL after 2 (mostly sexless) years together and right after we return from a trip to Hawaii for my cuz's wedding which my Dad paid for. I am so over it all. I was a mess and a wreck when I was with her and didn't know it till she pulled the rug out from under me. But now I learned my lesson and am in a much better place and so over the whole thing that her reaction to my question is just funny to me.
Anyway this is by far my longest blog ever so if you got this far thanks for listening to my rant and then my story and hope you found it humorous too!
Happy Holidays all!
In other notes my ex called me a few weeks ago. She said she had just seen the nutcracker and it reminded her of me and she thought she would give me a call. ( I was all like huh? But then I guess she meant b/c I have a collection of nutcrackers. The real reason was probably b/c it had been a year since we broke up and that was her thinly veiled excuse.) Anyway we play catch-up on bs and what not then she tells me shes moving. So I ask who she's moving in with (a valid question since nearly everyone who lives where she does has a roommate).
Her response is, "well, um err, uh kjhdskh, blehsih, and um, so yeah the new apartment is in a community and has...." Translation is she is moving in with the guy she left me for a year ago, but she can't tell me that for whatever reason. I just start to chuckle to myself.
She still feels bad for leaving me for a 22 y/o virgin who works for AOL after 2 (mostly sexless) years together and right after we return from a trip to Hawaii for my cuz's wedding which my Dad paid for. I am so over it all. I was a mess and a wreck when I was with her and didn't know it till she pulled the rug out from under me. But now I learned my lesson and am in a much better place and so over the whole thing that her reaction to my question is just funny to me.
Anyway this is by far my longest blog ever so if you got this far thanks for listening to my rant and then my story and hope you found it humorous too!
Happy Holidays all!
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robotsatemyhair:
I know. I'm just tooo damned adorable for it not to bleed out into everything I do.
robotsatemyhair:
I know. I'm just tooo damned adorable for it not to bleed out into everything I do.