Catharsis.

[Suu]

I am an entire Snap On chest of tools. Say it.

Thanks to my beautiful wifey Nigel and my Archangel Gabriel for inspiring me to work my emotions out creatively, instead of viciously.

[Suu]

Me playing with my phone again. Oooh, ahhh...artsy fartsy bullshit camera phone pics.

[Telarus]

I like it.

[Suu]

Part of me is going, "Fuck it. Fuck him. Fucking throw it away."

The rest is going, "Meh send it. Let him decide wtf to do with it."

So, off it goes in the morning, which his mended shorts and a copy of "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell" by Tucker Max, with specific stories marked for his enjoyment.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Do it. Get it out and get it gone. Let him sit with it for a while.

[Suu]

He's got artwork that his ex gave him still hanging on the walls, so I have a feeling it'll be framed and put up. So even if it doesn't get through his man-boy skull, at least I know it's going to be cared for.

[Suu]

DF: "I got your package today. Thank you so much."

Me: "Do you like it? Or are you just saying that because you have to?"

DF: "I love it actually."

Me: "I know. I lame."

DF: "But cute."

[Dysnomia]

  D'AWWWW!

here's to hoping he gets over his case of stupid

[Suu]

I haven't heard from him, at all, since he sent me that last text.