I did great at work. Everyone there loves me, it seems. I made more then just about anyone there, too.
And then,
Two girls kept hitting on me all night,feeling up my pecs -and- grabbing a feelskie though my pants that I did -not- authorize.
And then,
A table offered me a job at their 4 star resort restarant. They thought I was head waiter, because all you american fucks just dont know how to be formal, it seems.
And then,
I built some nice, new ikea furniture.
And then,
Theres the fact that my body really is looking great.
So wait, I said it was horrible, right? what the fuck, you ask?
I'm still so damn sad. I feel terribly lonely, and I really miss my ex. I'm so sickeningly jealous of her new boyfriend.
Damn, I'm such a softie when it comes to breakups that its really just rediculous. I'll probably only feel better once I have a new GF.
But really, you look at it and....
My ex was immature, stupid, uncultured, fat, and just.... not good in many, many ways.
I just miss two things.
1. She treated me really nicely sometimes... she was so sweet. :Sigh:
2. She gave pretty good head.
So I sit around, and think about how her new boyfriend is getting that attention, how she's out having fun and never thinks about me.
I just wish she'd call me, tell me she woke up today and it all clicked, and she left him, and she loves me, and shes outside my door.
Ho man, how tempting that'd be.
But...
I wouldn't take her back.
Never.
