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There is a certain beautiful, horrible irony in the fact that I've spent my 33rd birthday single, alone, and at home, mildly worn out, peopled out, & nursing some aches from celebrating my ex-boyfriend's wedding the night before, along with my recent ex.
If it really bothered me too much I wouldn't take the piss, but -- let's all take a moment to appreciate that my life is legitimately a really bad romantic comedy movie plot right now. It's so bad I almost want to turn it into a fanfic.
If it really bothered me too much I wouldn't take the piss, but -- let's all take a moment to appreciate that my life is legitimately a really bad romantic comedy movie plot right now. It's so bad I almost want to turn it into a fanfic.
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Happy birthday, my love. When I am back in Canada I will send you a belated present.
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Alone and at home is a good place to be, especially after a wedding, which are universally acknowledged to be physically and emotionally exhausting. Hopefully you won the game by taking all their food and alcohol and dancing like it was a boss battle. If you're not attached, that means you have infinite potential, and that is a great place to be, especially in romantic comedies... and superhero action dramas... and manga about impossibly buff people fighting... and anything, really.
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I heart you. If your phone suddenly gets blown up by an astridbonerfarts, that's me. Do not panic. There will be cats. I will write you bad porn haikus.
Or do panic? Because last time it was legit hilarious. <3
I'm really sorry to hear about, well... shit. Turning everything into fanfic? Why not? (drunk) free therapy?
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(*and misses*)
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Second... oh, wow, that is rom-com levels of WTF and... Valentine-Michael-Smith-style you-laugh-because-it-hurts.
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*hugs and snugs*