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manorsuperman) wrote2009-02-14 03:26 am
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I know the last thing you want to read today is me whining about how awful I feel, but you're really the only one I can talk to right now.
If you look on my profile page, you'll see that I have v-gifts, and one of them makes me really uncomfortable. Isn't that stupid? It's not even a real rose. It's just a bunch of red and green pixels on a computer screen. Do you know how much it cost for those pixels to be sent to me? A dollar. A dollar, Sam. And I'm uncomfortable because it's red, and he's my very married ex. I feel like such an idiot because I'm getting worked up over nothing!
But that's not all. Chloe won't talk to me. In fact, she said she hates me, and I have no idea why. She won't tell me. She basically told me to stay away from her.
So here it is, technically Valentine's Day, and I'm going to be sitting here all alone feeling like an idiot. And I'm so sorry I'm dumping all of this on you. If you're still reading, thank you for that, at least. Feel free to completely ignore me. I won't hold it against you. I've had almost two glasses of wine.
likely_evil ]I know the last thing you want to read today is me whining about how awful I feel, but you're really the only one I can talk to right now.
If you look on my profile page, you'll see that I have v-gifts, and one of them makes me really uncomfortable. Isn't that stupid? It's not even a real rose. It's just a bunch of red and green pixels on a computer screen. Do you know how much it cost for those pixels to be sent to me? A dollar. A dollar, Sam. And I'm uncomfortable because it's red, and he's my very married ex. I feel like such an idiot because I'm getting worked up over nothing!
But that's not all. Chloe won't talk to me. In fact, she said she hates me, and I have no idea why. She won't tell me. She basically told me to stay away from her.
So here it is, technically Valentine's Day, and I'm going to be sitting here all alone feeling like an idiot. And I'm so sorry I'm dumping all of this on you. If you're still reading, thank you for that, at least. Feel free to completely ignore me. I won't hold it against you. I've had almost two glasses of wine.