he sucks for me.

i don't ask for jewelry. one engagement ring after three or four years of dating doesn't count. i don't ask for shopping sprees of fabulous. expensive clothing. my only vice is that i like good food, not at ritzy restaurants, but at [get this] Hooters!

he tells me he loves me. disses me in front of his friends before i have literally add two and two together for him to see. i told him how inappropriate it is for him to be visiting exes that he has screwed, almost kook-ups, and the like at midnight when i don't know about it. the bitch he visited even called him back and told him it wasn't cool because she was with her man. sounds proper. larry should have been somewhere where he belonged, with the woman he declared his love to.

now i've fucking broke up with him and he doesn't give a shit. he's gonna go get with some girl who doesn't want him, some bitch with loads of money who will buy him all of the fucking incense and Heineken beer that he wants. he'll never have to feed her or be a man for her.

fuck that.