Laura broke up with me, the New York thing looks to have fallen through and I have a migrane.
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Have one onn the house:
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“Aspirin is all gone, our budget is exhausted! Thus you leave the selection of the pain management confidently to us specialists.”
http://www.mfh.de/cartoon/1998/aspirin.jpg
Nath,
So much for my career as matchmaker.
If I were you I would accept Pirx’s offer for a free crate of Jack Daniels (the 36-six-year-old one, please). You will still have your migraine then, but at least you’ll know where it’s coming from.
You’ve all the right to think that things suck, and when you feel better again it’s time to turn a page or perhaps an entirely new chapter.
Look at the last entry and then read this one…
What an ungrateful, selfish bitch!
::shakes her head::
“Intimacy is a four-syllable word for ‘Here are my heart and soul. Please grind them into a hamburger and enjoy.’ ”
I’m not quite sure why I’ve been avoiding commenting on this. I think I’ve just been trying to find the right set of comforting words to say. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find them.
So I’ll say this, I’m sorry dude. That totally sucks.
But you know what, at least you’re not dead
Put on some blues music, crank up the Clapton, throw a party. No, seriously, throw a party. You’ve got friends in St. Louis who I’m sure wouldn’t mind forgetting about their problems with you.
I really wanted to work in a Hitchhikers Guide quote somewhere, but couldn’t think of a good way to do it.
“`I think you ought to know that I’m feeling very depressed.’”
“`Life, don’t talk to me about life.’”
“`Here I am, brain the size of a planet and they ask me to take you down to the bridge. Call that “job satisfaction”? ‘Cos I don’t.’”
“`I’ve got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side.’”
– Guess who.
Between this post, the last post, and the one that follows this one, I wish there was something I could say besides “I’m sorry.” Because you deserve so much more than that alone.
Mi dispiace, Je suis désolé, Es Tut Mir Leid- and I hope things look up for you soon.
But don’t get plastered on Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters. They’re a kick in the head come morning- no use in a headache going from bad to worse…
Ya know its to fuckin bad that your girl broke up witch u but what would Mitch say “FUCK IT’