It had nothing to do with the economy, just on the verge of you causing my break up, you your way of expressing care was more of making others feel guilty and belittle them. BUT don't worry you'll be with them for soothing. Yeah after not sleeping for 72 hours and finally eating after 24 hours with beer you tend to vomit. You treated my vomit like AIDS with your latex gloves holding the bag ahead of you and then washing your hand viciously with loads of anti-bacteria soap. The first picture you see of my boyfriend you said he looks like a fag. Who does that? Thank you for allowing me to stay at your place while visiting you, but that doesn't give you the right to treat your guest and people they care about even if they are not there physically like shit. You made that whole weekend miserable. By the way, at Hooters I loved that you told me to burn my Ben Sherman hoodie because it read the name Ben on it. ... Yes, I'm really going to listen to you and burn this 5yr old hoodie that at the time i probably paid $110 for. fucking hell!
After reconciling with my love with a long long but Good talk with him, I was more relaxed and happy for this talk. I'm grateful for him. I started to weed people out, called themselves friends or family and after all this. YOU called to tell me about a death I already knew about 4 hours prior then asking if I'm okay. When I responded with yes, I feel much better. You said good, i'm glad you're single. No i'm not single, ben and I worked things out... I'm still with him.
Madden below refreshed me, a good tribute.
Camping this weekend at the hut cleared my plans... i'm all set!