As my dislike grows, my patience shrinks
Some people are simply lucky I’m not a full blown asshole.
It’s national poetry day.
Here you go:
I finally updated this post for the first time in nearly 2 years.
- I don’t cross a 7 or a Z.
Some days deep breaths aren’t enough.
All roads on the internet lead to porn.
When your phone rings and you see the out of state area code of an ex. You are like yeah, thanks but no thanks. Won’t even have fun with a telemarketer from that area code.
Go away. Your presence is not wanted or needed.
Someone sent me a note with this quote in it saying that the post I’m reblogging had a Bukowski feel to it. That is an insane compliment, but I don’t see it. The only thing I really see is that discusses a past relationship with no interest to rekindle it. But, what do I know.