Rage Against Suburban Zombie-ism
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Holiday Cliché
Please fwd to 6:41, especially if you've never watched When Harry Met Sally.
Is there some unknown holiday cliché about exes contacting you in some way, shape, or form during the holidays that I don't know about? Whatever it is about the holidays, it's a terrible, terrible cliché.
Maybe holidays is when it gets r-e-a-l, real for these so-called exes. I mean things sorta come to a halt, family is crammed together, and they're spending 24/7 with their significant other, so they need some sort of distraction to take them away from all this. They can no longer, albeit temporarily, hide behind their work shield.
Sometime post-turkey and perhaps some drinking, pre-tryptophan completely setting in, something just makes these people come out of the woodwork with their random email, call, or text message. If I were to list those forms of communication from bold --> straight-up pussy, it would be: call, text message, then immediately following that, the text message. fuk u txt ppl!
I dunno about you, ladies, but if any of my exes has even the slightest nerve to contact me, it better be more than just a "What's up?". If it doesn't involve a free dinner, with strawberries 'n champs &/or a session of eating my pussy, don't bother.
LET ME EAT MY TURKEY IN PEACE, PLEASE.
With that said, bring it on, Christmas!!!
posted by Stephania at 10:43 pm
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