curbdrop out of grace

i have no pity for zombie still borns.

so it's v-day.

my friend who will rename nameless (l-poo) has an old college friend that has secretly been in love with her for years. years. and everyone knew. and it was awkward because he made it such. because he's a freak, like me.

and then finally he admitted followed by drama up the creek to your mother's hoo-ha.

and he still loves her. but she's got a boyfriend, now of like 3 years. wtf. and he can't get over her. and she feels guilty, yet encourages him all the time by putting herself in situations to set up for him to "see" shit signs that there is hope around the corner. bang. wrong, just a gun held in your hand.

and so she's complaining to me about this now, as i type this. and i laugh because today is v-day and they exchanged cards. i was like, "what is wrong with you you fucking idiot, you just shot yourself in the ass hole. now he thinks you like him again."

she told me that v-day is their sort of holiday, because even when they weren't speaking (because he loved her and she loved another, which is still technically the case now) they still would at least send each other v-day cards. oh how fucking romantic.

see how i used a line from last rant in this, referencing?

it reminds me of that episode of simpsons where ralph gets a pity valentine from lisa. i-cho-cho-choose-you to be mine. fag. and then he thinks she loves him but in reality, she's a 3rd grader who loves playing solo hide and seek with a black crayon.

or magic marker or cockface.

posted by fillshe @ 11:33 PM