So, if a looming break up is coming your way trust me, we can all see it coming!, read, learn and gain wisdom from That I will change. What I bemoan most of all is that not one good sista gave it to me straight. And the twisted plot to get him back. Right. Loser, er, Mr. Not only have I said and done it all in the name of witless love things I loathe to enumerate lest the wrath of Virginia Woolf strikes me dead I have listened excruciatingly to my girlfriends and their hearts' lament on losing Mr. With no access to a warhead, however, to deploy my heart's retribution, I resorted to good old fashioned emotional meltdown that rivaled Chernobyl. Bush's abundant stream of faux pas, which I suspect include nuking someone's ticker. But no, I have had to endure many, many self inflicted humiliations the magnitude of which almost surpasses George W.
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