Dear 2005.
You know, I was optimistic about you.
And I’d like to believe that I gave you what I could. Of my heart, of my soul, of my mind, of my sanity. And ok, yes, we’ll admit to this, of my body too on occasion.
I threw myself into our relationship. I believed that this was going to be something spectacular.
And yes, yes, we had our moments. They were indeed pretty spectacular.
But the lows, oh the lows.
You are one seriously moody motherfucker.
So I’m just going to do what you have been a mindnumbingly annoying passive agressive fucker about.
2005, I’m dumping your ass.
Early even.
I mean, we could have stuck it out for a little longer, but why put either of us in any more pain.
I mean, I know I haven’t always been good to you but you *really* and I mean *really* didn’t have to be such a motherfucking dipshit of a cocksucking asshole over the last few weeks.
Take a nap. Call it in.
Just leave me the fuck along.
Um. Yeah,
blah blah blah, it’s not you it’s me, blah bullshit.
No seirously. It’s not me. It *IS* you.
So no hard feelings.
I’m keeping the Cds and the bottle of Scotch.
Your janky shit is on the curb waiting for garbage pickup in the rain.
See yas.
MJ