two hundred-seventy sixth.

dear (k)you,

this is a little overdue, but well whatever. i'm in that kind of mood. please know that i am not really talking to you. i would be (for the most part) be talking to the douchebag and to the rest of the fucking male population who are such rude assholes.

okay.

so. here goes. i would like to pick a bone with the phrase "talk to you later" or "get back to you" or "I'LL TEXT YOU LATER" or whatever else mutation there is for the goddamn phrase!

i mean really? really? you think you'd all be doing us a favor if you tell us that and not follow through? you think it's some dude code for "i'm-a-nice-person-so-i-won't-tell-you-straight-that-i-have-no-plans-of-getting-back-to-you-EVER"? NO. it's actually code for "i-am-a-rude-asshole-with-no-balls".

you could just tell us bye. or even, not reply entirely. sure you're still a jerk if you do that, but at least you leave us a decent amount of pride to hold on to. at least we wouldn't be waiting for DAYS and checking the goddamn phone every MINUTE even though it hasn't made a single sound or texting or calling ourselves just to check that the phone lines are okay.

but if you go and say something like that, and not follow through. WOW. JUST WOW. you have now unlocked a new level of being an ASS. i guess manners are not taught in jerk university. not surprising though, NO ONE would pass that class.

plus, i'd prolly even have respect for you if you told me straight up "okay. bye".

too bad. now i have no respect for you. and i have no respect for me. which makes me hate you even more. i though i'd be less mad when i let this all out. 

whoops. guess not.

FUCK YOU.