oh, honestly.

so stupid adam came by yesterday to drop off some stupid pictures from back when i was stupid and thought he was worth the effort. having smartened up considerably since then, i advised him to drop the pictures off when i wasn't home so i wouldn't have to see his stupid face (why he thought i would want him to drop them off in person is so SO way beyond me).

so now here i am with this stupid piles of pictures of him that i took back when i thought i would want to remember him, all of which have been summarily dumped in the bin which will be collected tomorrow and then it's done. but still, having to think about him and look at his stupid face pisses me off. and why would you give someone you fucked over and walked out on pictures of just yourself? does he think i want them? does he think i want to see him? forever FOREVER when i think of him, i will immediately think "that asshole, that fucking pussy, who just walks out on someone without the decency to tell them" good riddance, to him and the pictures. i'd say thanks for the memories, but there aren't that many good ones.

and then i go upstairs thinking i'll put my favorite sheets on the bed and kick back with my book, only my fave sheets are gone.

HE TOOK MY FUCKING SHEETS!

like there was any confusion in his mind about who bought them. fucking cunt! there, now he made me use the c word. how crude.

if they couldn't so easily be replaced i would demand them back, or at least pick a fight about what exactly the fuck he thinks he's doing, or who he thinks he is, or something. it's so not worth it though, i know there will never be any satisfaction in talking to him. he will never think he did anything wrong, and i will never let him off the hook just for the sake of peace. the boy (not man) is a douche.

i wish i could just punch him in his self righteous, justification spewing little mouth. just once. fucking POW! i know it would feel so good, and i truly hope i never see him when i'm belligerent because i would be so tempted to try it.

anyhow. the sheets are not worth opening Pandora's box, and certainly not worth the aggro of dealing with his stupid ass. he can be replaced, the sheets can be replaced. they both will be replaced. fuck it all.

so instead of bitching him out, i will bitch to you.

cleansing breath, sigh. peace out bitches!