as follows via text:
Me: What's with the "cold shoulder"?
Him: No cold shoulder been busy
|Play your cards right & this could be you too!|
Insert fit of rage followed by a bottle of wine, a shot of some nasty grape malt bev, and a trip to the bar. Thankfully people had stopped to see my house which saved me from an "accidental overdose" and/or alcohol poisoning.
Me: "Busy" is a crappy excuse
Him: No I don't think so your not the only one that I didn't respond to
(Is that seriously supposed to make me feel better? Are you fuckin sniffing glue? Being a part of the "didn't get responded to club" does not make it ok. I don't give a fuck if you didn't respond to your mother for a week. I'm not your mother & I do not HAVE to forgive you! I am not your wife & I will not keep my mouth shut and bake you a pie. I DO NOT accept that shit. It takes 2 seconds to call/text.)
First of all that was a blatant homophone homicide, which makes me absolutely crazy! You're= is the contraction of "you are"
Your= is the second person possessive adjective, used to describe something as belonging to you.
|Perhaps he'd get this one correct?!?|
It's really not that difficult Capt. Dickhead! Enough with the omg-i'm-soo-sad-he-doesn't-love-me BULLSHIT! This is just ridiculous. I gotta get ahold of myself. Have some meaningless sex commencing a week long bender.
Maybe I just need a nap.