Mr. Insipid called me last night and we did the big Break Up. It’s not that we were an official couple anyway.

He yelled at me! Oh my gosh, yelled! At me! While not exactly short, I am a dainty girl, yelling at me is like kicking a puppy.

Only this puppy can kick back!

Mr. Puppy Kicker was angry that I was breaking up with him for “silly reasons” and that I was being “too sensitive”. So, follow the logic here, Mr. Insipid Puppy Kicker. You took the low road by yelling at me and calling me names, and that proves what? Yes, I will tell you what. It proves you’re an ASSHOLE.

What’s funny is he’s going to try to find my new blog but he won’t be able to. Because I have changed my name to protect the guilty and I am not on LiveJournal anymore.

I admit, when I hung up I was miffed, hurt and angry at being yelled at. So I took my cell phone, and rubbed my poufy with it.

I came.

I came hard.

When I called someone this morning before class it still smelled like sex.

I think… I think… I need a girl.

Easier said than done.

Pout.