Why do we torture ourselves by staying friends with our exes on Facebook? Or am I the outstanding village idiot who hasn't caught on to the social taboo yet? Once in a while I find myself resisting the urge to troll the shit out of one particular ex's wall. I'd tell him, in CAPS, that he and his girlfriend need to quit exchanging vomit-inducing banter like it's nobody's business, because it's just that - nobody's business. You know what it also is? Lies reassuring lies. His drunken self has given him away too many times. If I remember correctly, and I do, the last few times I've seen him ended in him emotionally jumping into the sack with me. I'm also tempted to throw in that they are doing society a disservice, but that's a tad too dramatic. I can't grasp the reasoning behind putting your relationship on full-frontal display like that. Are they too insecure or have I just not yet met someone who makes me feel so outwardly infatuated? In any case, flirting over air waves is so 2000's.
Monday 8 August 2011
regards, from envy
Why do we torture ourselves by staying friends with our exes on Facebook? Or am I the outstanding village idiot who hasn't caught on to the social taboo yet? Once in a while I find myself resisting the urge to troll the shit out of one particular ex's wall. I'd tell him, in CAPS, that he and his girlfriend need to quit exchanging vomit-inducing banter like it's nobody's business, because it's just that - nobody's business. You know what it also is? Lies reassuring lies. His drunken self has given him away too many times. If I remember correctly, and I do, the last few times I've seen him ended in him emotionally jumping into the sack with me. I'm also tempted to throw in that they are doing society a disservice, but that's a tad too dramatic. I can't grasp the reasoning behind putting your relationship on full-frontal display like that. Are they too insecure or have I just not yet met someone who makes me feel so outwardly infatuated? In any case, flirting over air waves is so 2000's.
Saturday 6 August 2011
last minute memories
If anyone needs a good night/day/week of rest, it's me. I'd settle for just one night of sound sleep, but this requires three preexisting conditions: 1. An actual bed, not a futon, not an air mattress; 2. The luxury of sleeping ALONE; 3. "Inception" not happening from the moment I shut my eyes. Seemingly simple to achieve, but this girl has found it frustratingly difficult. I guess it's my fault for trying to pack 4 months of LA fun in a mere 2 weeks, but that's what any sane person would do right? Back me up here. These last minute memories are crucial to reflect on when shit gets real in London. I'll remember how laidback I've become and how all of this partying madness has wreaked havoc on my body. I could only hope, pray, that all the growing up I've done will not be entirely erased from my memory upon setting foot in, jesus h. christ, EUROPE. It could either go "Jersey Shore" or "Real World," either way, I better be damn prepared and well-equipped with all the self-control/will power/lord's good graces I've racked up.
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