It's been a funny old 24 hours. Last night I went to see my ex. It was upsetting, not because there were any arguments or anything like that; on the contrary, it was lovely. It was like going home. Well, technically it was going home, except I am not allowed to think like that. The bulb had even blown in the bathroom, making it feel just like it did when I left. He looked good. He smelled like he always does. It almost fucking killed me. I picked up my ginormous crate of CDs (he DJs, he'd hung on to them a little while because I didn't have room for them, it's all very amicable, except it gouged my heart out), I managed not to give in when he absentmindedly kissed me goodbye, I picked up my skirts and legged it. It's horrible. I know he's absolutely no good for me, I know we were right to end. I just...well. There's nothing else to say. It's done, and we can't go back down that road, there's been some kind of landslide.
Moving on to other matters, I've just deleted someone from IM and email and blocked them on that stupid fucking website. I am so done with these stupid, arrogant, BORING little men. Oh hello why don't you just grow a brain and speak to me like the adult that I am, you fuckwit?! Here. Witness his sparkling conversational skills for yourself, fucking idiot.
Me (16:51:56): so how's work going?
Me (16:52:05): are they still being shit? and, how are you feeling now?
Twat (16:52:28): they've easied off now, no one can be mad with me for long, too lovable
Me (16:52:47): that's lucky
Twat (16:53:00): hehee
Me (16:53:06): also, you don't fuck with someone who's about to leave anyway
Me (16:53:13): they tend not to have any regrets haha.
Twat (16:53:23): very very true potty mouth!
Me (16:53:49): haha what? oh I said fuck. lord. sorry.
Twat (16:54:10): bad girl smacky bum bum
Me (16:54:20): *eyebrow*
Me (16:54:29): I tend to fight back.
Twat (16:54:50): bring it on sister!
Me (16:55:06): man
Me (16:55:29): I've yet to speak a man who is prepared to let ME hit HIM, but seemingly all of you seem to think it's okay to wallop my arse
Me (16:55:55): contentious issue
Twat (16:55:56): im game!
Me (16:56:03): hahaha. I never said I wanted to.
Me (16:56:21): it's a bit boring frankly, isn't it?
Twat (16:56:23): moan moan moan typical women!
Me (16:56:28): lordy
Me (16:56:34): okay *** catch you later.
Twat (16:56:43): oooo!
Yeah...he actually thought we were going to meet up. Righty-ho. I think NOT. I wouldn't have been so bothered if he didn't think it was okay to tell me off like a child, and if he wasn't usually Mr Offensive himself. God how BORING BORING BORING and man, what a bad mood I'm in today!! I apologise thoroughly for the swearing and general bad temper. Seeing He Who Completely Trampled Me A Good One last night hasn't helped, as I'm sure you can imagine.
Anyway that's another one off the list! I shan't be bothering to speak to him again. That'll be precious minutes saved.
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