Sunday, March 28, 2004

And she said fuck you

If a day could go wrong... I think I'll have to mark it down in my calendar and remind myself that today doesn't and ever will fucking exist. I might as well just throw myself out of this window now because this day fucking deserves to be worse. "What else could go wrong? What, me dying?" I speaketh too soon.

"I want a divorce."

"What's wrong with you?"

"And this is Ashley baby."

BRILLIANT LIKE FUCK. LIKE FUCK YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! LIKE FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I should have killed myself last night like I had intended.

::me:: at 07:39