Sunday, April 15, 2007

I hate having to de-friend people on Facebook.

When you find out, through the grapevine, as they say, that the person with whom you spent the last five months in a relationship was planning to break up with you for weeks but avoided it because you were in a horrible emotional state (you know, because your father had CANCER), and instead led you on and perhaps insulted and treated you like shit in order for you to want the relationship to finally end, it's not very hard to delete them from your online network as well as your off-line one. But it seems somewhat appropriate (and deliciously immature) to de-friend them online first before you call them to explain what a sick fuck they are in real life.

And then you write a blog about it, because it's 3:45 in the morning and you're sobering up, livid, and happy that, soon, you'll have them out of your fucking life.

This is all hypothetical, of course.