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This blog focuses on my unhappiness with my job and my ex-gf, who now fucks a guy in my dept. and calls me when she's drunk on the weekends. My ex has a really stinky pussy. And horrible breath. Fucking her was never any fun and I could only do it when I was loaded on Macallan.

Several things about her bother the fuck out of me. First, she says, "Was," when the sentence clearly calls for, "Were." Second, gross toes. Third, she always has to be the loudest laugher in the room. Fourth, she's a broke bitch. Fifth, she lies about everything. For example, she claims to have been born and raised in a major city but is actually from a little redneck welfare town out in the middle of nowhere. She is their queen. The queen of the white trash.

I guess I should've broken-up with her sooner. Life with that ignorant bitch was miserable. I fucked every friend she brought around in the three years we were together. I also had numerous affairs at work and with students in the business class I sometimes teach at a local community college. Old friends. New friends. Drunk bitches. I was never picky.