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::Karma is a bitch. ::


It's amazing how many random ass dudes come out of the woodworks, when you've finally decided to "move-on" and "be happy".

I blame Apple.
I know the iPhone has some kind of application that lets sheisty ass cold hearted men, know when women have stopped thinking about them.
I believe they get a little message pop up window. "Alert. Phonebook entry "Christina" has been detected to be getting some new dick and hasnt called in three months. Suggested resolution: text her some sappy ass lyrics and try and hold on a little longer."

Fucking Steve Jobs. Yeah we have an app for that.

Literally my phone has been on fire for weeks. All the Grade A assholes too.
The cheaters, the liars, the abusers. The one who keeps me as "backup ass". All the great characters that have been in and out my life for years.

The amount of tears wasted over these men, could flood a desert.

And here i am happy. And here you are missing me.
Ands isn't that just all too typical.

YOu always want what you can't have.

"dont know what you got til its gone..." Joni Mitchell never lied.

Well I dont have an iPhone. I have a blackberry. And we dont have all those cool apps you douche bags have, but we do have a little feature that I've grown to love.
Its a "delete all history" option.
I like to think of this as a memory eraser.
It will delete your name, number, all information/texts/emails associated with your name.

Everything. Blank.

It's the closest thing to the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind as I could get.

In the meantime. If you are currently a man, and you're mistreating a woman that loves you. If you're using her for sex, money, company. If you know how she feels about you, and you just keep leading her on. Shame on you. Please note that she will eventually move on. And you will regret that day you get memory erased. Karma is a motherfather.

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