Well, do you really?
Ummm. Well, see...here's the thing. You may miss moi, but I don't miss you.
At all.
I think more about which shade of polish I painted my toenails than I think about you.
Sorry about that. But I figured you'd rather have the truth than some half-assed lie to make you feel better about yourself, like that I was becoming a nun and heading off to a mission in Guatemala. That doesn't help anyone---you or me---so it's just best to tell the truth, that way you can go and start the healing process by getting shitfaced. There's a bar just down the street. Tell Jimmy, the bartender, that you know me and he'll spot you the first one.
Have a nice life. I know I will.
Posted by Kathy at February 7, 2006 10:12 PM | TrackBacki like your response; provided a good chuckle for me. thanks
Posted by: amelie at February 8, 2006 09:26 AMI always thought it would be cool to propose by buying those hearts in bulk, and putting the ring at the bottom of a conversation hearts box filled with hearts that all said "Marry Me".
Alas, TFR and I could not wait until February to get engaged.
Posted by: Brian B at February 8, 2006 02:42 PMThere's some country gold in these conversation heart posts...
I hear people saying that you miss me,
That you think about the old days,
I hear people saying that you miss me,
But it doesn't work both ways
I hear people saying you've been drinking,
Trying to forget.
Well just sit down and have another,
Because the worst hasn't happened yet.
I think more about the color of my toenails,
than I think about you
I think more about grocery store sails
than I think about you
I do more fantasizing,
'Bout how I'm accessorizing
I think more about the color of my toenails,
than I think about you.