May 18, 2007 – Dreampepper

on the heels of the inevitable “I’m not in love with you” phonecall which always makes me spit black

Also:

To whoever it was so thoughtfully tucked the pair of condoms down next to my bed?

Incredibly bad taste. Poor taste. Poor timing. You lose. I will find you. You won’t like it when I do.

Someone has crept from the woodwork with the actual line,
“If you ever need someone for comfort, you have my number.”