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xansYesterday was totally Haunting of the Ex-es day. Not only did I get texted out of the blue from Adrian, who was "feeling chatty", but when Liz was out flat-hunting she ran into Peter.
Oooooh I am still angry with him.
It's been two months. Still pissed. Argh! *urge to maim, kill, and hide the evidence*
I mean, it was the most pathetic break-up. And I don't know just WHY he went cold on me all of a sudden. It wouldn't be nearly so bad if it wasn't just unresolved like that. Part of me is afraid that if I ever find out it will hurt even worse, but the rest of me seriously doubts that. I don't like not knowing worse that I fear the unknown.
Peter you utter, utter bastard! May the fleas of a thousand camels feast upon your lower extremeties. I hope your next girlfriend gives you rabies.
Fin.
Oooooh I am still angry with him.
It's been two months. Still pissed. Argh! *urge to maim, kill, and hide the evidence*
I mean, it was the most pathetic break-up. And I don't know just WHY he went cold on me all of a sudden. It wouldn't be nearly so bad if it wasn't just unresolved like that. Part of me is afraid that if I ever find out it will hurt even worse, but the rest of me seriously doubts that. I don't like not knowing worse that I fear the unknown.
Peter you utter, utter bastard! May the fleas of a thousand camels feast upon your lower extremeties. I hope your next girlfriend gives you rabies.
Fin.
