Is it wrong that I have wished really, REALLY hard for shitty weather for the vacation of a guy I used to crush on a little, since he took his FAT, STUPID GF and her hellacious brat there for the former’s 40th (looks 50) birthday? And that my wish came true? #twoweeksconstantrain #burnmeImawitch
Y’all, I’m too pooped to pope.
And what is the first rule of Fight Club, hmmm?
This is one of those when you say to your friends, “Uh sorry guys, gotta take this!”