last night i was bitching to the TTHM (yeah, i know, but if you ever called me, i’d talk about you incessantly) about someone who was bugging me.
“she needs to get a fucking life,” i moaned.
“no,” he said, “she needs to get a fucking death.”
see why i like him?
however, he is dangling perilously close to the extinct crush list. last night i asked him to say something nice about me, this came after like 10 minutes of constant ripping. he couldn’t think of anything.
nothing. then he came up with the incredibly lame sweet. the only nice thing he could think to say to me was that i was sweet to him.
blech. which then prompted me to launch into the:
“sweet? where do you get off calling me sweet? i am dark and mysterious and i am pissed off.” he didn’t get it.