Well, that's it. Me and my boyfriend of like, 14 years broke up last weekend. He dumped me for a blonde airhead who is (of course) younger than me. God, I can't really believe it. I've quite literally known him since the day he was born, and he was my first kiss and everything. Hell, we had our marriage planned out. I loved him. He said he loved me. He always claimed we couldn't be "public" because the rest of our neighbors (annagrape, you know what I'm talking about, Paige, Alex, Ben, etc) would make fun of us, and all of a sudden, hello, Georgia! Regardless of the fact that she too lives on our street. And he's taking her to a movie. Did he ever take ME to a movie? No. Not once.

Today, me, my little brother Michael, Georgia, Peter and I were sort of hanging around, just messing about. And Peter's flirting with her, like he always does whenever she's around. And all of a sudden, she's like, "Wow, I'm so glad we're boyfriend and girlfriend!"

So why didn't I get the memo?

They were passing notes, and giggling, and making goo-goo eyes at eachother, and of course, being the masochist that I am, I just had to go dig the damn thing out of the trash. Here's an excerpt.

G: Tell me again why we're going out?
P: Why not?
G: Idk, I like it!
P: So do I.
G: Be honest. Really???
P: I am being honest! You're really hot!
G: You're really hot too.
P: Hey, how much do you weigh?
G: 79!
P: Really? That's really hot.
G: Yeah, and you?
P: 110.
G: Cool. Hey, we should make up pet names.
P: Pet names???
G: Yes! You be Petie, and I'll be Peach!
P: ...

*Note: I corrected the billions of spelling errors. It really went more like this; "Heyy how much du u weights?"

Guess who's fat? Your's truly. And I also personally know for a fact that Georgia weighs 95 lbs. And the whole time she was flashing her boobs at him, and he just couldn't keep his f***ing eyes off her. I've pretty much just realized that I've been used by the guy I loved, who I thought loved me back. But you know what? Not only will I never make that mistake again, but I am going to get over it, and get a hot boyfriend who's older than me (and him, of course) and lose weight and be sexy, and confident, and smart, and when he wants me back, I'll just tell him to go f*** off.

Let HIM get his heart broken for once. And, to my credit, I have not eaten a single piece of chocolate.




P.S. On an unrelated note, my beloved laptop, Duinne, a six year old 17 inch Mac OSX is dieing. Her keys are falling off, and she force quits/shuts down randomly. Poor girl's really sick. I'm giving her to my computerless little brother, and buying myself a brand new Macbook Pro, 13 inches. Shiny, fancy, and equipped with Leopard. Not nearly as awesome as Duinne. I'm thinking about naming her Rhys. I know it's a surname, and a rather male name at that, but seeing her, it fits. She should be here before school starts. I'm going to miss you, Duinne. *Pats computer lovingly*

P.P.S. I'm leaving tomorrow for vacation, so chances are, I won't see these messages until August 8th, and then I'll leave a reply, so don't freak on me here.

P.P.P.S. I couldn't get the mood to change, right now it's on sentimental, and I'm more of a pissed/hurt/heartbroken, so don't get weirded out or anything.