holy crapballs.

i. am. hungover.

guess that's what happens when you go to a ball game and are not really interested in the ball so much as you are the beer. and jager.

don't judge me, mother.

i was safe and didn't drive!

ladies and gentleMAN (because i'm pretty sure there's only 1 that reads this),

yesterday, i found out some very disturbing news about (ex)boyfriend.

so disturbing that i told him to never speak to me again. for real. never.

so disturbing that i was shaking with disgust and rage.

so disturbing that my chest got all red and splotchy.

i'm debating on whether or not i should put that info on this blog.

a big part of me thinks i shouldn't.

sigh....

i'm trying to be the bigger person here.

although yesterday, there may or may not have been some name calling with some eff bombs.

(sometimes i don't think before i speak)

i'm sure you're curious as to what this information is.

i will be happy to tell you privately.

just be prepared for some eff bombs to be thrown again.

YAY FOR FRIDAYS!!!!!!

One.

(that's for you, Phillip)