Kind of anyway.
I love playing with people after they've fucked me over.
To to begin with.. I haven't really left my neighborhood since Friday.
I told Gerson I'd go to 2009 with some friends. Turns out he'd made plans to go too. Haha.. that's where it all started. After I gave him my (now all this week-daily) talk about how I want to break it off with him, he sounded all sad and shit. I was all happy and peppy and everything. LOL.
He's been standing outside for a good half an hour "waiting for me". I told him I had to go home because my "friend" (nonexistant) is sick from drinking too much.
Hahahahhaa. Too bad beeeeyoooooooootch.
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