A neenish tart and I found each other on Tuesday morning after I'd spent yet another night of my life crying over a man. When I saw it, it was love at first sight. It was pink and chocolatey but stuck in my throat and made me feel like vomiting. I would like to make a very public point here about honesty. Sometimes its better to shield someone from the whole truth. It is NOT nice to tell someone you want to break up a relationship (of any description) and ADD that you have a better offer for this Saturday night. I don't want to know about how easy it is for him to move on. I didn't think I needed to know he's got a date for this very Saturday. Jeez. Surely there can be a break up etiquette invented where it's just a wound not a wound with salt thrown in on top.
All the neenish tarts in the world are not going to solve this one. I'm just going to keep on running. Worse things have certainly happened to me.
Today's revelation: "SO what, I'm still a rock star, I've got my rock moves, and I don't need you, and guess what, I'm having more fun, and now that we're done, I'm going to show you, Tonight I'm alright, I'm just fine, and you're a tool. So, SO WHAT!" Pink
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