Last Sunday started off nearly perfect, despite the exam I had to take; I went to Philly with my boys, met up with Jackie, and sampled Damon's new spot, Alla Spina. Anyways, everything was great, until I got home. The raisinets I had bought for Chris and forgot to bring to him were devoured by my 26 pound Boston Terrier. Two boxes of chocolate covered raisins [which is like arsenic coated peroxide soup dumplings for humans] were gone, with nothing but the remnants of the old-school packaging I had instagrammed hours earlier. Fuck. The next day I brought Miss B in to be hospitalized for a minimum of 36 hours to be flushed out. Cheesus.
And now, one week later... enter emotional absurdity. Or maybe simply catastrophe.
I've been on a bit of a Kelly Clarkson kick. It started toward the end of my relationship with boo in Vermont; "Mr. Know It All" really caught my attention, for reasons that I cannot effectively articulate via text right meow. Speaking of improper articulation via indirect mechanisms, let me air my most recent faux pas via g.chat...
Anyone who follows this blog knows whats up [Hi, Amara.], and so I will just paste it, I guess. I mean, who fucking cares at this point anyways, right? It has already been read by the worst case scenario, so why not let the rest of the world [Amara, again] see it?!
A couple of things to note before reading:
- Only me.
- The g.chat box to said individual was CLOSED. I had only one box open, wherein I was typing at Miss Rosenberg, so I have NO idea how the stars aligned against me to formulate this...
- #icant [I should probably provide some background info regarding the individuals in this unrequited love affair, but it's a waste. This is simply for those in the know. Those who have known, and those who know what a damn dis@ster I am.]
Note [again]: this should be to my girl Jackie:me: i miss you
and i think i am "out of love" with Rajdulari [name has been modified to protect whatever is left to be salvaged]
and i'm likely to be wrong.... but that explosive kiss was right before i moved to VT for 2 years. there was no one there and that was all i had to look back on
12:01 AM and while i may not have found that same chemistry with someon else, there is no shortage of handsome and/or successful men loving me since i have been back in NJ, reminding me that any penis that doesn't recognize is a MORON
oh fuck
great.
that was obviously not for you
hmm... last sunday my dog ate two bozes of raisinets... and now this
awesome.
12:02 AM howwwwww and WHY does this happen
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12:25 AM Rajdulari@gmail.com: sup g
12:26 AM wow
12:29 AM hello
#winning.
#winning.
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all we do is win win win, no matter what...
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