Well, if you like the title, I'll know that at least my wit isn't moving away to Idaho.
Yes, it sucks but it's true, my girlfriend is moving away to Idaho. It sucks very much. We, for all intents and purposes, ended our relationship last night. We're still friends for however long she's staying (she hasn't mentioned an exact date for moving), but never the less I am now single, and I can say within the borders of my capacious powers of reasoning that it's gonna be lame.
I felt like sharing all this with somebody, but the only person I haven't already told is my batty mother who would only want me to get with the prettiest girl with the highest grades and the most on-the-ball on world events. And only then, we could only meet in the libraries to study, never to share a pizza or large cup of Coke. Anybody other than who she views to be "perfect" for me is, in her eloquent words, "a slut". You can see the inherent problems involved with discussing an ex-girlfriend who listens to death metal and dyes her hair black with my mother.
So, in short, that leaves all you guys to discuss my problems with. Does any of you have a large tub of ice cream, a bed with way too many blankets and some tacky old romance novels I could borrow?
Yes, it sucks but it's true, my girlfriend is moving away to Idaho. It sucks very much. We, for all intents and purposes, ended our relationship last night. We're still friends for however long she's staying (she hasn't mentioned an exact date for moving), but never the less I am now single, and I can say within the borders of my capacious powers of reasoning that it's gonna be lame.

I felt like sharing all this with somebody, but the only person I haven't already told is my batty mother who would only want me to get with the prettiest girl with the highest grades and the most on-the-ball on world events. And only then, we could only meet in the libraries to study, never to share a pizza or large cup of Coke. Anybody other than who she views to be "perfect" for me is, in her eloquent words, "a slut". You can see the inherent problems involved with discussing an ex-girlfriend who listens to death metal and dyes her hair black with my mother.
So, in short, that leaves all you guys to discuss my problems with. Does any of you have a large tub of ice cream, a bed with way too many blankets and some tacky old romance novels I could borrow?