Goddamn I'm itching to say something. She's so perky and saccharine I could strangle someone.
Alas...I should get offline and get the rest of my work done...dammit.

I'm at that point where I'm digitally so false...and I want to burst out and say. "Hey you know what girl, your current bf. you know...my ex? Yeh him. The one who you say is your baby? Riiight. Well up to last night he was flirting with me."
She won't believe me though. It actually makes me think about when that whole string of incidences came up last year...egad.
Trace...tourniquet dammit. Put it to fuck on.