Mad
I hate Brandon. Period. Not that he was all that great to begin with. I didn't like him like that anyways. But he was bandy and I'm a sucker for bandiness, especially lip ringed bandiness, so I thought 'Hey, I'll go out with him a time or two, and maybe he'll grow on me.' (I mean, it is kinda flattering that a guy would want to drive 3 1/2 hrs. to see you, admit it.) So I really shouldn't care, since I didn't even like him, but I am just mad. I am not putting details up here, since anyone and their brother could stumble across this. Lets just say, when he found out I'm not easy, he lost interest. So instead of coming to Roanoke to hang w/ me, he's going somewhere else to hang w/ Stephanie, whoever that ho is. "Men are rats. They're fleas on rats. They're amoebas on fleas on rats." Right on, Frenchie.
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