tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495366679794791010.post445418727799222270..comments2023-08-15T02:40:03.630-07:00Comments on up mama's wall: Maybe breakups aren't so bad after allUp Mama's Wallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914285764243960761noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495366679794791010.post-50955827222427813482009-05-20T13:20:48.091-07:002009-05-20T13:20:48.091-07:00Even for you, H. Even for you.Even for you, H. Even for you.Up Mama's Wallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00914285764243960761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495366679794791010.post-50476417684012904862009-05-17T23:42:00.000-07:002009-05-17T23:42:00.000-07:00this is SO unfair and i totally overestimated you,...this is SO unfair and i totally overestimated you, samantha. you took the ONE, the ONE SINGLE picture of me having a proper vacation in like 10 years and put it up there as if that were my REAL LIFE. why don't you put up a picutre of me how i REALLY am? (ie, drinking white wine alone on a Saturday night while translating underwear descriptions for Emporio Armani)? or that pathetic scene at the bar i told you about when i wept "NO MAN WILL EVER LOVE ME BECAUSE I'M JUST TOO MUCH" into the peanut bowl? to HIM?? (gosh, it sure sounds like i'm drnking a lot).<br /> that said, it is probably the only picture you have of me from only a back-view. privacy issues and all that. which all gets shot to hell when i post this and people see my face.<br />anyway, for all those out there who knew the thing was BOUND to fail because it went so fast, i say two things in my defense:<br />1. even my VET thought we'd be married by September. he told me he had been willing to bet "three-months' wages" on it.<br />2. i still believe that real love arrives like a blow to the skull and can last forever. just not for me. never, ever for me.<br /><br /><br />2.HBWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04615543277416503863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495366679794791010.post-20296917533222637472009-05-15T08:30:00.000-07:002009-05-15T08:30:00.000-07:00Oh how I hate the consuming horrible pain of a bre...Oh how I hate the consuming horrible pain of a break up. I wonder if it feels any better living in Italy? With great red wine and the appreciation of strange Italian men?Petunia Facehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10862319327443285277noreply@blogger.com