Thursday, August 21, 2008

Written On A Payslip...

I would like You to come home with me.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Thought Of The Day...

You seriously expect Me to keep this shit to Myself?

Google Earth...

How on Google-Earth did you find Me?

Friday, May 23, 2008

Alternatively..

You could just ignore Me.

The Best Respone To Kriticism When Drunk...

Me Three.

I'm Feeling A Little...

PERFUNCTORY

Done merely to get rid of a duty; performed mechanically and as a thing of rote; done in a careless and superficial manner; characterized by indifference; as, perfunctory admonitions.

Macaulay.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Truth Hurts...

So.

You're leaving Me?

About fucking time, I reckon.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Without You...

You don't deserve my loyalty.

I'm done with chasing you.

I can do this without you.

What do you think I've done for ten years. Or more.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

I Hope...

My silence is as disturbing to Him as what his is to mine.

Nothing Left...

I'm Always going to defend Myself.

No other cunt will.

Think about Every nasty thing you've said and done.

For seventeen years.

And then tell Me how I should feel towards you.

There is Nothing left.

Thanks...

Thanks for giving me Our kids.

I know you didn't mean (or want) to.

His Mission...

Why is it his mission in Life to bring Me down?

The Love Of My Life...

The Love of my Life...

Won't make (or let) me doubt Myself.

I Do...

Everytime I take You back I feel like a fucking idiot.

I'm Nothing to you.

Remember?

Because I Sure-the-fuck Do.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

It's Different...

This time I won't be asking him to come back home...

This time...

It's Different.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

By The Way...

Where's my fucking toaster???

How The Tables Turn...

Now He is throwing sex at Me!

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Articulating Madness...

I can articulate madness.

That's what makes Me sane.

Explains It All...

Seeing as I am the Fuckwit that you claim I Appear to be...

What-else-the-Fuck did you expect?

No wonder I've been too busy to call.

That Explains it All.

What Do You Prefer?

The Music?

Or the Words?