so we left off right before i tell you what i got on the love meter.
so, i guess i can't avoid it anymore.
i got a 106.
guess what that is?
BLAH
the lowest thing on the meter.
i almost cried.
but then i got another quarter to do it again, to prove that the machine was crap.
BLAH
twice.
so now my family was laughing at me. so i did it again.
BLAH.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
i'm scarred for life. i was made fun of for hours, days. it'll never end.
and now, i'll probably ruin any relationship i'm (n)ever in. because i'm a blah.
so then i listened to Settle Down by Cartel. and i learned what restitution means.
and let me tell you, restitution's a b**ch.
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so it was "blah" you got? it didn't have any fun name like foxy lady?
no. it was BLAH. which means i'll die alone, probably.
well, on the bright side you'll always have cats of course.
yeah... i wonder how many. does that depend on my level of "blah"ness? probably at least 29 then...
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