February 2010
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Watching the Grammy's
Mark: Is that Sting?
Me: You mean Slash?
Mark: Sting. Slash. Same shit.
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He loves me.
Mark: I hate you.
Me: What did I do?
Mark: I had a dream that you cheated on me.
Me: Oh really?
Mark: Yeah, you kept talking to someone at 2am & you were saying things to him like, 'I miss you too' so I asked you who you were talking to, and you said, 'It's just a friend'
Me: (LOL)
Mark: So I asked you, 'Are you cheating on me?' and you said, 'No' but I knew you were lying.
Me: (LOL!)
Mark: Then I socked you in the face.
Me: (Still LOL-ing)
Mark: Then out of nowhere, that guy was there too...so I slit his throat.
Me: Aw.
Mark: Yeah, and then I started crying to you & you said, 'I'm so sorry, Babe. I didn't mean to hurt you...' and you know what I did? I said, 'BITCH!' and I started beating you up even more.
Me: You're so sweet.
Mark: Yeah... (big grin)
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I needed to vent.
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One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.
– Bob Marley (via artpixie)
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what would you do if your son was at home cryin all alone on the bed room floor...
– (via fuckyeahtumblarityhelp)
“So for you, this is just a good time, but for me—this is what I call life.”
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