texts...

like... can you stop?

i went to the club last night and met up with some old friends, and who do i see? brytoxication! frickyea!..no. i saw him as soon as i walked up the steps too, so it definitely threw a wet blanket over my night, also seeing him 4 other times that night. the club was eh, jam packed and everyone was paired up and didnt really feel like whoring it up. and there were legit 6 old creeps who looked like the squirrely guy from office space + a mullet.

so i leave the club and im on my way home when i feel brrrbrrrr in my pocket. i say to myself "oh fucking boy, i wonder who that could be," sure enough its bryan. so the conversation goes like this

bryan - were u at woodys (no question mark or proper spelling, fine. help yourself)
me - yeah
bryan - lol      ----(how the fuck do you reply to that?)
me - good talk
bryan - i was thereee
me - i know. you were with people
bryan - you saw me? Lol. Why didn't you say hi? (now he gets all gramatically correct)
me - cuz you were with people
bryan - ohhh Lol.

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i've often debated turning off texting on my phone. this is the kind of shit that makes me want to slap nuns in the face.

i kind of lost momentum in this post, bottom line.... i hate bryan.. i hate gay clubs...

mehh .... boobs. that is all.