Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

People should really know how to let go after breaking up. I mean, just whoosha and let go. Sure, go ahead and reminisce. Be nostalgic, whatever. Have a cow. Just don’t hold on that splintering thread that’s barely keeping things together. I’m guilty of holding on. That I’ll admit. There are certain things, more specifically, certain people, that we all hold on to. Admit it yourself. But please, don’t go around dropping Oh I miss u baby I’m thinking of u, u so special to me messages especially when it’s been over since dinosaurs got wiped out. That would be real sad. Do you know how sad you sound, my widdle horse-fly friend. I sure as hell hope you read this, dung of a beetle. I’m talking about you, you excrutiating kuh-yute LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME I’m so purdy and sweet with my long hair and clown-like mouth shell of a human with prawns for brains. Bimbo. Get a life.

God, blogging/ranting is addictive.

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