Eff little cheating toe-rags. I'll never make that mistake again..
Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
It has begun...officially...
Stuff sucks! FML!
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
So don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
My ex-husband has stolen many of my books. Wuthering Heights, 1984, Animal Farm, Brave New World. I wish he'd just sign up for his own damn Intro to Lit class and stop mooching off me. I didn't steal his f-ing wrenches and electrical plier thingies, he shouldn't be stealing my trade tools. I keep having to ask for them back, one by one. It's so f-ing tiresome.
We need a union, that's what we need. International Brotherhood of People who Read Too Much.
Oh Christ, another stifled Friday night. And, I think the neighbours (who are verging on being categorised as geriatrics) are at it. fml.
I have to withdraw from this semester. Is that Fuck My Lifey enough?