#i...am dumbfounded

My phone made noise. I look at it. Instantly wish to ignore the message and go back to sleep.

Dear fuckweasel. Fuck off.

Sincerely, your ex wife.

Really Facebook? Really? I had him blocked. Now he's sending out shit wish lists for his fucking birthday. And to me...of all people.

I should pack the stun gun in my hoodie if this is how my Thursday is going to go.

Jesus Christ on a flaming rocket powered toboggan. I have no desire to interact with that putz ever again and flailbook now wants me to follow him and send him a motherfucking birthday gift.