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sacrilicious13So this morning I turn on my phone and I have four text messages reading "Can we please talk?" "Can we talk." "I'm sorrry" and "Call me tomorrow then." Guess who they're from?
Oh yes. Fucking Kyle.
Now last time he texted me, I just texted him back and told him I had nothing to say to him and to leave me the fuck alone. I THOUGHT I managed to get it through his head. Apparantly not. This time I decided to call him.
He tried to talk at the beginning of the call and I caught him off saying, "You don't get to talk. I get to talk now. I don't know if I wasn't clear enough last time or if you recently suffered a traumatic brain injury but I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU." I then proceeded to yell at him for about ten minutes, telling him than if he had broken up with me in person like an ADULT I wouldn't hate him so much. That he was a dick for acting pissed that I went to his apartment to get some fucking closure. That he was the one who broke up with me and yet he was obviously still hung up on me.
He then tried to say that he wasn't hung up on me, that he was just drunk last night and was thinking about me. Ummmm, that's kind of the definition of being hung up on someone jackass.
After my rant he asked me if I felt better. I said, "Since no one is handing me a photo of your mangled body laying on the train tracks, I guess it's as good as I'm going to get."
The then asked how my mother was. To which I replied, "She has cancer, retard. How do you think she is?" Then he asked how she was right now. Again I said, "She has cancer and she's going through chemotherapy. How the fuck do you think she is."
He apologized for the way he broke up with me, which is too little, too late, but the thing that really gets me is he was still trying to defend breaking up with me over the phone. GET THIS FUCKFACE. THERE IS NO OCCASION EVER IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE IT IS OKAY TO DUMP SOMEONE OVER THE PHONE ON CHRISTMAS EVE.
Then he asked me if I was still moving to Boston. HELL NO, and even if I was I would never want to see, speak to, be friends with, or date him again. He then asked me where I was moving, and I told him it was none of his fucking business but it was a sizeable city. He kept asking where I was moving and when I refused to tell him, he said "What do you think I'm going to track you down?" See he doesn't quite understand what NONE OF HIS DAMN BUSINESS means. Hell, he probably still stalks my journal so he can figure it out.
The conversation ended with him saying that he wished me well and hoped we could see each other again in the future. I'M SORRY HAVE I BEEN TALKING TO MYSELF THIS WHOLE TIME? I then told him that I hope his next girlfriend has the intellectual capactiy of Paris Hilton and that she makes HIM pay for dinner. Then I said told him, "Don't call me. Don't email me. Don't text me. Leave me alone. Bye." And hung up.
So do you think he's going to actually GET THE PICTURE this time?
Oh yes. Fucking Kyle.
Now last time he texted me, I just texted him back and told him I had nothing to say to him and to leave me the fuck alone. I THOUGHT I managed to get it through his head. Apparantly not. This time I decided to call him.
He tried to talk at the beginning of the call and I caught him off saying, "You don't get to talk. I get to talk now. I don't know if I wasn't clear enough last time or if you recently suffered a traumatic brain injury but I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU." I then proceeded to yell at him for about ten minutes, telling him than if he had broken up with me in person like an ADULT I wouldn't hate him so much. That he was a dick for acting pissed that I went to his apartment to get some fucking closure. That he was the one who broke up with me and yet he was obviously still hung up on me.
He then tried to say that he wasn't hung up on me, that he was just drunk last night and was thinking about me. Ummmm, that's kind of the definition of being hung up on someone jackass.
After my rant he asked me if I felt better. I said, "Since no one is handing me a photo of your mangled body laying on the train tracks, I guess it's as good as I'm going to get."
The then asked how my mother was. To which I replied, "She has cancer, retard. How do you think she is?" Then he asked how she was right now. Again I said, "She has cancer and she's going through chemotherapy. How the fuck do you think she is."
He apologized for the way he broke up with me, which is too little, too late, but the thing that really gets me is he was still trying to defend breaking up with me over the phone. GET THIS FUCKFACE. THERE IS NO OCCASION EVER IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE IT IS OKAY TO DUMP SOMEONE OVER THE PHONE ON CHRISTMAS EVE.
Then he asked me if I was still moving to Boston. HELL NO, and even if I was I would never want to see, speak to, be friends with, or date him again. He then asked me where I was moving, and I told him it was none of his fucking business but it was a sizeable city. He kept asking where I was moving and when I refused to tell him, he said "What do you think I'm going to track you down?" See he doesn't quite understand what NONE OF HIS DAMN BUSINESS means. Hell, he probably still stalks my journal so he can figure it out.
The conversation ended with him saying that he wished me well and hoped we could see each other again in the future. I'M SORRY HAVE I BEEN TALKING TO MYSELF THIS WHOLE TIME? I then told him that I hope his next girlfriend has the intellectual capactiy of Paris Hilton and that she makes HIM pay for dinner. Then I said told him, "Don't call me. Don't email me. Don't text me. Leave me alone. Bye." And hung up.
So do you think he's going to actually GET THE PICTURE this time?
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Date: 2008-06-02 03:53 am (UTC)YOU ARE AN ASS-KICKING MOTHEREFFER. Seriously. GO, GIRL!
FUCK YEAH.
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Date: 2008-06-02 05:07 am (UTC)I really need to get a Ruby icon. She is the queen of badasses.