Facebook is a strange, strange thing, especially after you
have had a little wine and you start backtracking through your own biography
and if you’re single and ultimately you stumble upon people you have personally
spent time with and you look at their profiles and wonder to yourself, “THAT
motherfucking guy is in a relationship?! Fucking seriously?”
Like, how much of an asshole must I be if that dude who used
to lick toads and pull the wings off flies has found someone who loves him?
There is a song by the Mister T Experience called “Even
Hitler had a girlfriend” and that kind of sums up the way that I feel.
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