Fuck You

Fuck you for spoiling a great morning for me.

Fuck you for making me throw my guts out after a good breakfast.



I just don't get it. With some people, I just don't get it.
There's she's harping on a Nokia XX00 phone and suddenly, I feel like throwing my guts out. And I ran to the comfort office to hide close to some feets. Yes, I know I am transparent but it's also true that I write what I feel like and I'm an open book to read. I am never a person smaller than that.


But this whole entire Desperate Housewives storyline is getting really really pissy. It's really beginning to piss me off.

At first it was all sad and teary and then it gets, oh-well, then it gets, gotta-move-on and then it gets, "why the fuck she gets the attention and I don't"?



Oh yes. Bargaining chips. I don't have that. I have nothing. I don't have a kid. I don't have anything contagious. I don't have any card I could play for my winning.



You know just yesterday we were talking about my list? Ya, let's do that. Let's do a 4 ticks again. I seriously thought that he was a bigger better person than that. Obviously I have held his opinion in high regards and it turns out just like the rest of the decisions he makes in his life.

Talking about bigger and better person, I don't think there ever was anyone who could beat The Ultimate.




So, yeah, tell me.. what's up with the blast from the past. Then what? It's not like you are going to make any dramatic changes to your life in your this lifetime. But then again, fine. She laid seige first and I will let her take and have what you are throwing her way. Then again, it will all go away anyway.


So what's the point?


What was the point in the beginning anyway? Why did I have nothing, nothing but a last glance back on some evening you caught me off guard.


I guess it was true I was so unworthy I didn't deserve closure.





And for a while, I almost believed that I was worthy. So silly. So dumb. 7 months later I'm still so silly and so dumb.