I’m an Ass

November 12, 2015 0 comments

It’s not always the guy’s fault that things don’t work out, sometimes I’m an ass. Not that this was going to go anywhere anyways, but still.

Convo

He was right to be confused. Looking at it now, several hours later, I still want to smack myself upside the head.

I USED THE WRONG YOUR/YOU’RE!

There I was, all smug and thinking to myself, “heh heh heh you’ve no idea what giving someone like me that kind of power means. I shall start by showing my superior intellect. Now bow before me, mongrel!”

I want to cry. I don’t know how this happened. I pride myself on being a grammar nazi, spelling guru and walking thesaurus. Then this. I’m so ashamed. I think I need to go into hiding. Maybe do some deep meditation high in the Himalayas. Perform some self-flagellation (that is not in any way a masturbatory allusion). Find inner peace. (Ok, it kind of was.)

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