There sure ain't nothing like coming home from a semi-shitty day wherein I chose to let my ego suffer from pretty much everything I could get my hands on....and finding an inbox full of email.
Email, all from POSTMASTER, kicking back oh, 8 or 9 messages or so that were all sent to my ex, going back to December...telling me that his inbox is unavailable.
I'm hoping that gmail is just playing some sick joke on me, because they want to see me cringe when his name pops up one, no two no three no NINE times in my inbox, saying "ha ha. here I am. but you can't have me."
yea, feelin' great right now.
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