how was om?

you dare ask me that question? I will hit your face into the ground before I can gasp out a "silver and hell I'm not proud of it."

they say it's OKAY, you were WONDERFUL, your team was AMAZING and you did your BEST. and all I feel inside is:

whatever.

sure.

you mean our best wasn't good enough?

and damn does that make me sob like a broken fire hydrant.

if that's what you want, by all means, say what you want. if you don't want me PMS-ing on you...I suggest you refrain.

(OM, I miss you so much. I miss you so freakin' much it hurts like a fresh bruise that won't go away and I keep pressing it to make sure I feel that hurt bubble up again because I don't want to forget you even if that means I'm masochistic.)

oh. it was great. really.