
Originally Posted by
Komm Suesser Tod
I recently drove all the way to West Virginia from Iowa for a chick, and got rejected in such a spectacularly cold way that I actually feel like I would be justified in being a heartless bastard in return. She gave me this skull thingy she made in some sculpture class or some damn thing, and it's hideous. Every color you can put "hot" in front of, it's there, and covered in all manner of things, from buttons to glass beads, even feathers, and it's just ridiculous. The plan is to smash it, take a picture of said wreckage, and put the caption "This is a metaphor, bitch." That or my friend is going to send her a message saying I tried to kill myself and I'm in the hospital. Either way, it should be kinda fun. I don't know if thats a bad thing, but it's the truth.
Oh, if you think you're ever going to see the person again, don't do anything I would do, you'll only get more grief. It's a perk of a long distance relationship.