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“I know you have this chronic illness and all, but there are people out there with illnesses much worse than yours, and they are handling it better than you are.” Uhm, what??
Spending a summer at home between college semesters, I was having a rough time with the redneck town, my parents, losing friends, and a terrible job. My ex, having a dream summer of touring with his band, told me to “quit whining about your life because it makes me upset”
I’m sure thats rough, buddy.
Boogina, yes he referred to female genitals as such, and i never even did anything sexual with him!! my first and last ex. after that i stalked the love of my life and 6 years later have never heard immature nicknames for anatomy, i found me a winner.
The morning I found out my grandmother passed away:
“um, are you going to be sad like this all day, because if so, I don’t think I want to hang out.”
yeah, yeah, I’ll get right over that.
“Well you know why I felt weird about bringing you home, you’re not blonde, and my mom is blonde.” Uh…Ok Oedipus.
After a weekend of trying fruitlessly to get me to move west to be with him; he commented as I was trying to pick something up off the ground: “Jeez, you have the most awkwardly proportioned body I’ve ever seen.” Needless to say, I went to DC instead.
“Well now you’re exactly what you didn’t want to be… just a number. 16 btw ;)” -him
“You don’t mean that. You’re just mad” -me
“Whatever helps you sleep at night” -him