V left me.
I am pouting. He has gone and left me alone on a Monday night. How dare he? Is Thailand really so much cooler than me????
Okay, it probably is, but the thought of two months without not-so-gay-gay-best-friend chat, PBR and waffle fries makes me a little dismayed. Who else can I snort in front of or berate for being too damn nice?
I told him I was going to have to find a new guy to date, get dumped by, become best-friends with, get into huge fights with only to not speak to for weeks at a time and make up in a disgustingly sappy manner that makes all of our other friends sick. And I told him I was going to do this all while he was gone.
I am in desperate need of a substitute- substitute man in my life.
That will show him for going off to explore far off lands! So there. (And yes, I really did just stomp my foot.)