Jobma for all!
Yikes, erin, keeping my fingers crossed.
Sigh. D wants to get back together and I said no, and it turns out he came to town hoping I would say yes and he could surprise me. So now he's at a bar three blocks away and asking me what's wrong with him. Did I mention sigh?
Did I mention sigh?
He's seen too many chick flicks.
Hil, that sounds tasty.
It's greasy and salty and gross and so good. It didn't come with fried noodles, though. I miss the fried noodles. My fortune is "You will enjoy good health, you will be surrounded by luxury."
Good news, erin.
More good news: I am finally home and can say what I've been holding in all day.
Fuck off, H.
Fuck off, R.
Fuck off, D.
That is all.
So now he's at a bar three blocks away and asking me what's wrong with him.
which loosely translates to "well I'm here so you should come hang out?" NO.
I have more fuck offs, smonster. You want some?
Fuck off, D.
Oh, erin, thank goodness!
Sox, you are generous and kind in your loose translation. I'd render it more like "My skeevy ambush-like tactics prove my TRUE LOVE!! Therefore you should feel you have no choice!!"