Blast from my past...
After the Frank run-in on Friday, yesterday I had another "ex"perience.
I got a friend request on MySpace (by the way, I'm addicted) from this really pretty girl. And I'm all like, "who the fuck is this girl?". So, I clicked on her profile and it's my ex-girlfriend. Yes, you heard right. I did date girls. For reals. So we've traded emails a few times now and she's doing really well for herself. Educated, living in a great city. I'm very proud of her.
Now, I'm all like is this "ex" week. Is everyone else I've ever dated gonna see/talk/email me this week? Fun stuff, eh?
xoxo
I got a friend request on MySpace (by the way, I'm addicted) from this really pretty girl. And I'm all like, "who the fuck is this girl?". So, I clicked on her profile and it's my ex-girlfriend. Yes, you heard right. I did date girls. For reals. So we've traded emails a few times now and she's doing really well for herself. Educated, living in a great city. I'm very proud of her.
Now, I'm all like is this "ex" week. Is everyone else I've ever dated gonna see/talk/email me this week? Fun stuff, eh?
xoxo
posted by Bill Skaggs at 8:31 PM
2 Comments:
holy crap. that's crazy.
don't you just hate those people that don't just leave the past in the past?
The past is what makes us stronger people. You have to take parts of it with you! Right?
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