Well that was quick. Ray, who was nicknamed such because he was a "ray" of hope... is gone. Vanished. Haven't heard from him in days.
Stood me up at a party and then silence. Any attempts to contact him have failed.
I quit. Also, his new nickname is Bastard.
Because I can. And because, oh yeah, he's married.
Some online snooping uncovered that lovely little treasure. Fuck. My. Life.
I'm really sorry. I know that doesn't cut it.
ReplyDeleteSending spoons and chocolate :)
I'm sorry too!
ReplyDeleteOh, and I think that Bastard is fitting. Asshole fits good too (My aunt has declaired me a "closet cusser" for my sparse use of swearwords when they are needed)