So last night my ex-boyfriend (one and only, I might add), Carl, tells me that he is marrying his current girlfriend of 1.5 years. Nice. What else do I say? Just, nice.
Tonight I helped my mom type up her poems. With a gin & tonic. That was my appeasement. I lost a couple minutes of talking to Emlyn without even getting a chance to inform him of what was going on, which suddenly pissed me off a whole lot as my mom was dragging on and on making me send her poems off to some of her friends (and constantly adding to the list of recipients) AFTER I was done typing all ten poems (btw, did your grammar teacher tell you never to type numbers in? why the hell is that?). Anyhow.
If I sound just a bit pissed off tonight, that’s probably because I am.