Divorced. Now what?
Got divorced. What happens now?
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Hey, mr Horrible, You suck.
I know he won’t read this, ever. But I feel like if I don’t rant on this somehow, it is going to fester and rot inside of me. I try not to spend time thinking about the waste of space that is mr Horrible. However, sometimes he just manages to do or say something that gets under my skin and all I want to do is punch him in the throat.
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Fuck Father’s Day
Father's Day used to mean something. But when the father of your children is a douchebag, what is there to celebrate? Not all men make good fathers.
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Blocking the Blockhead…
There is nothing worse than having just drifted off to sleep, then being woken up by my phone ringing only to realize that it’s none other than mr horrible. Especially when mr horrible calls 3 times in a row because I don’t answer. It’s after midnight in every time zone, you inconsiderate prick!
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Filled With Regret
Sometimes you get lucky and find music that speaks to the feelings and emotions that you experience. When I find a song that seems to just gets me, I can’t help but wonder how that artist just “got me” in a way that other people and those who are closest to the box I am fighting to get out of, just don’t seem to.
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Movie For One
I go to the movies alone. I love it and totally don’t mind not having someone else with me to watch the movie. Maybe it’s residual conditioning from having experienced the extreme opposite: going to the movies with a loudmouth malcontent who ruined the experience either by falling asleep during the movie or by being the guy who blurted out the plot because he figured it out ten minutes into the film…
