Of hammocks and pomegranates
the snarky manifesto of a phoenix feminist-atheist-chefwannabe-coffeeaddict-thinksshecandoyoga teacher type pesron.
other descriptions of possible interest:
werita spanish interpreter
cheese hater-wine lover
fits well in small spaces
former graywater system installer
multiple-time failed gardener
other descriptions of possible interest:
werita spanish interpreter
cheese hater-wine lover
fits well in small spaces
former graywater system installer
multiple-time failed gardener
Who I Follow
If I find anything from an ex that has been left in my house/car/office for more than a month after the breakup, it is fair game. I am throwing it away, no questions asked.
If they wanted it, they woulda asked by now. *Especially* if the ex is a douche, and especially if I already tried to remind them nicely to pick up their crap.
Ahh. Goodbye favorite SF giants hat, skinny black tie, and water bottle. That feels good.
Best part: Recruiting my my mom and aunt to help me dispose of ex’s stuff while cleaning out my car. They kept yelling, “Take that, [name of douchey ex]!”
