Jeff is a Prick
After all that bullshit the fucker was feeding me last night, he stood me up. He didn’t even have the common courtesy to call and cancel. I’m so pissed off at him I could spit nails. Fucking asshole. I’ve so had it with him. I don’t need his shit. I deserve better. He’s never getting a taste of me again.
So FUCK YOU, JEFF! Or better yet, don’t fuck you.
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About BipolarChick (599 posts)
I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.