Monday, November 14, 2005

Mr. Big just won't stop harrassing me.

well, at least that's what i'd like to think. Unfortunately, my Mr. Big got over me with the same ease and composure Brittany spears has walking barefoot into a public restroom. No waves, no hesitation, no regrets. Damn it i want some waves - i deserve SOME waves....i'd settle for even a ripple. Needless to say the waters never seemed smoother....well at least on his side of the lake. My side however appears to be consumed by an ever increasing giant whirlpool, and i'm not talking dishwashers. We were together for almost 3 years! i know couples who get married who've known each other for less time. Speaking of brittany! (i'm not a fan of hers by the way). Why can't I be that composed getting over this ex, make things seem as easy as he does. It seems in order for me to get over this guy, MY Mr. Big - I need a lobectomy with a side of zoloft. (well at least at the moment anyways)