Fuck me. Hard. Broken girl makes my mouth water, my lips quiver and I ache. Into that pleasant drifting off state. I never feel spoon fed with her, it’s like watching a good American show like Mad Men, where you’re allowed to use your brain to infer information unlike all those other jokes-for-shows [Castle]. I now can’t leave my bed. It made me feel disabled.
Firefly man you have brought shame upon this house.
Despite fucking Not-A-Virgin-Anymore again, it’s Broken girl that is haunting me the day after. The day after my Ex posts a fb picture of her and her new girlfriend macking with the caption “Smoochywoos“. The post cackling pain? So worth it. So what if I’ve sprained my superflexus again, at least it’s not due to regressing to those 16-yr-old days of 500 sit-ups a day. Ouch. Thank God I ran ran away from that. Considered posting on fml. Decided against it – it’s only tragic for them.
Ex is now referred to as Vanilla. Not even Marina Ices Vanilla sprinkled with pod, but Thatcher-Whippy Vanilla: 90% Air. Shame, at least she has a Good Face.
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