Dumping on my life.
2009-09-11 @ 10:48 p.m.
Lots more entries from Spain and other angry angry parts of life to add, including:
Getting dumped for a girl who looks like a tranny.
Finding out I probably wasn't dumped for said tranny-looking-unsuccessfully channeling Foxy Brown "woman".
Finding out he actually likely dumped me for some natural beauty.
Sorry, dude, but "hot" and "smart" don't usually come in the same package.
It's okay. His fucking life is splitting at the seams and I don't need someone else to take care of. It wasn't until I got back and within one or two weeks he had almost gotten fired one to three times did I realize how fucking bad he is for me. Why can't I just find a good man who won't completely fuck me over? Is that really too much to ask? Come on, Seattle. Gimme something here. Why do your men keep royally fucking with me?