Cut! From My Facebook Page…
I miss the days when you broke up with someone and just never had to see them again. Ah, those were the beautiful good old days.
The internet is seriously fucking up this process for me. And when I have kids they are limited to how much time they are allowed to spend on the internet in order to curb the emotional damage that gets done when you live and date in relation to the internet.
Facebook, seriously, I spend way too much time on you. And I cant delete him off of my friends list without feeling like I am hurting someone’s feelings, but do I really need to keep reading his vague and slightly-emo status updates forever and ever? I dont know what he is referring to and so of course I just assume its my fault. That’s how it goes.
Clearly this is really pissing me off today. I cant find anything funny to say about it and my coffee hasnt kicked in yet anyway. Maybe that is a good thing. Water makes me exponentially less rage-y. This is something that a kitty-puppy snuggle cannot solve cause they are fighting like cats and dogs, ironically.
