FFs

 How you doin'? I'm so drunk I've just DMd the Weeknd (the day before his superbowl performance) telling him 'love ya x' because, apparently, I think it'll matter, because the last time I text my (idk what word to use here; what's the description for a guy who falls inbetween a crush and a signifier of social infertility?) *dude* Imma use dude. Last time I texted my dude he didn't reply but he's probs still colouring his chatacter's pubes in that cyberpunk game everyone hated... Right...?

FYI I later deleted the dm. Thank God for the 'gram.

Uuuugh + Superbowl

 Ffs. When you're texting depressive guys in the middle of the night like 'hope life is good for you' and you get effing ghosted it's like fine. Be sad. Be alone. Hope you're crying right now. All of our psyches are on a knife edge right now but, you'll sacrifice mine to preserve your own. Fair play; happy to know where I stand. Glad I never choked myself on that d. You just do not deserve that shit. #GiveMeStrength (And I wrote this thinking that by the time I clicked 'post' he would have replied but he hasn't. Wish I could hate that prick, AmIRightLadies?)

Also, I'm sorry but Justin SOOOOO meant to pop that nip, yet he got invited back? He's the kid in school who always stole test answers but was quiet so no-one believed he would. Seriously, if this weekend The Weeknd popped my tit out then was like 'lol soz, nevermind', would you never mind again? No, you would not (not least because my tits are probably less impressive than Janet Jacksons, idk, I've not compared them but I don't imagine mine are better).

 

EDIT:

I just verified my own mobile number against this blog account because I'm. That. Fucking. Pathetic, apparently. I waited a fucking hour; and if I were Super Mario I may have got some attention. Uuugh

Further edit:

Well, well, well... I was timely on that Justin slagging, wasn't I? Might curse someone else this weekend and see how that plays out for them next week.