Saturday, June 25, 2011


Dear Diary:

She got married.



  1. I mean really. After the last two weeks, come on God. Can I at least win the lottery or something?

  2. You seriously deserve something good, I think you have experienced your 'bad things come in three's.' Enough, hope things look better this summer.

  3. Wow, this has been a shitastic couple weeks for you. I've been waiting to hear that my ex is engaged to the woman he left me for, and frankly, it may have already happened but all of our mutual acquaintances would rather stab themselves in the eye than be the ones to tell me.

    In any case, I have been mulling over the concept of karma lately, and why so many good people (like you and I) can't catch a break and I can't come up with an answer. If I have a sudden epiphany, I'll let you know.

    You have always sounded like an interesting and complex guy to me, and I'm sure she hasn't traded up.

  4. when it rains, it freaking pours. ugh. sorry...

  5. ok, I just need to get this off my fucking chest.

    It just isn't fucking fair. It isn't fucking fair that I was the one left to pick up the pieces. It isn't fucking fair that she gets to be happy when I was the one that was discarded like yesterday's trash.

    Where is the fucking justice in that? Where? Show me where that what is happening, right around my birthday no less, is just, fair, right, etc.

    Why can't you get the fuck out of my town and move back to Minnesota?


  6. I know the feeling.

    He hasn't gotten married but I'm sure it's just around the corner. I agree. The shit's not fair. I don't begrudge him his happiness but I admit that my inner douche wanted to be the first to declare my I've-moved-on happiness with some grand gesture. I keep telling myself that my day is coming. Lord, I hope I'm right. Ugh.

    You're not alone. That's not worth much, though. Sorry.

  7. Sorry, man. I feel for ya. My ex asked for a divorce right around my birthday. It's been a rough road.

  8. holy shit. That is awful...all sorts of shitty. I'm sorry. You deserve a million times more.

  9. Fuck. Fuck!

    I'm beyond sorry to hear this, not because I think you're all torn up about it, but because I think you fucking deserve to be the one rolling in happiness right now. I truly do not understand how sub-par people always tend to eke out a life of seeming happiness. And people whose hearts and intentions are pure and good are idling, waiting and hoping for some goodness that's a long time coming.

    Who the hell knows -- maybe the poor bastard who married her will turn *her* world upside down one day. And maybe you'll never know it. Or even better, rather than her getting shit on, maybe your bliss -- and I mean BLISS -- is waiting around the corner for you. Maybe you had to be married to her to know true happiness when it comes your way -- and that you can go further in love than you ever thought possible with this magnificent girl who's out there as I type this.