3am.
No word from Rocket Boy.
I've just had a long online conversation with Charolastra No.1 (who is also having some useless-man trouble at the moment) and we've come to the conclusion we are actually going to have to write a book about how fucking useless men are. Which is the subject of the moment, to be fair, in our lives.
It's going to be called The Guide To The Misguided : Misinterpreted, Misguided, Or Just Plain Useless..?
Have also made her promise to make sure that next time Rocket Boy texts me early in the morning (and he will..), that I will ignore him. Because seriously, I'm not going to put up with being played around, by essentially a stranger. I've had enough of that from Darcy this year. So fuck him. Fuck the lot of em.
This time baby, I'll be Bulletproof.
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