So. How to feel about a sanctimonious pill who is getting divorced but can't even use the word, because it's so . . . what? Pedestrian? I don't know.
I don't know.
I'm working on being a nicer person. Mostly to myself, but also to
I hate everybodyThe melody is kind of peppy, but the underlying message is still pretty hateful.
So so much
Except for the girl
So when my nemesis fails spectacularly at something that's already hard and fraught with pain, do I pile on or just walk away? Do you get what you put out in the world? Does being more positive about life in general lead to a better outlook which leads to a better life? Is it fucking lunchtime yet or what?
I think I'll just leave this alone, because shitty things happening to shitty people is like fish-in-a-barrel-schadenfreude. It's too easy.
Eh, just maybe one little dig:
Bitch, you couldn't even keep it together with that Coldplay guy, the most milquetoast boring-ass motherfucker since Nickelback or snore oh my god so boring. Enjoy your tepid juice-cleanse-based "uncoupling" and I can't wait until you Eat Pray GOOP your way through this.I think that's plenty.