Urgh, Another "Boo-hoo! I'm so sad" Blog

Well, not really. Sure, I'm a little ticked and upset. Ending a three-year-ish relationship (well, actually I was the one who was told off) is painful and stressful, but I might as well have some fun with it. Poke some fun at the situation, maybe? Poke fun at myself for sure.

I'm sure no one really cares about some random guys' relationship woes, but I don't really want to complain about that crap. I think a good way to deal with the poop she put me through over the past few months instead of coming clean is to poke fun at it (while others can relate their own experiences, of course). Definitely how naive I was, and how freaking stupid I was! And probably still am!


Here are some statistics:

Start Date: August 22, 2005
Break-up Date: March 7th, 2008
Time Displacement: 2 years, 6 months, and some odd days
Times I've Cried About It/Her: 3
Meals I've Eaten: 1 (it wasn't big)
Hours of TV I've Watched: roughly 4-6
Hours Spend with Other People (Friends/Family): 2
People I've Called About This Series of Events: 11