I’d rather be rebounding as long as I put it out there than be moving on and breaking word.
I have no patience for his clutter. Clutter is akin to indeciveness. I have seen too much miscellany and irresolution for the past few. If he can’t give me or at least bring me to clarity, then I don’t need him.
He can move on to the next girl and I can bounce to my next potential headache.
Too bad. Just when I was already starting to like him. He just had to break his word. Ugh, my utmost pet peeve!
Strike one! And he’s out!
I deleted him again from my phonebook. I goddamn swear I don’t have his number memorized.
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listening to: No Doubt – Sunday Morning
gina
/ April 21, 2008strike one and he’s out? my, what a short patience you have there. poor guy! but he probably deserves it! đŸ˜€
alphasensei
/ April 21, 2008yeah, serves him right!
rona
/ April 22, 2008i have wordpress na!
jokoness
/ April 22, 2008we all have our pet peeves.
ako marami.
shet, choosy. ahaha.
whynot chocnut?