beef: a problem, complaint, or grudge
p.s. my roommate just came home with another guy (another toothbrush, that's how I can tell for certain). I've stopped trying to call them by the correct name. Anyway. This reminds me, I've been meaning to complain IN GENERAL, AT LARGE, TO EVERY GIRL WHO HAS EVER GIVEN ME THAT EVIL LOOK. I've been meaning to complain that it's not my fault that all your boyfriends hit on me, it's not my fault that your husband never told me he was married until I met you, it's not my fucking fault that your fiance said he loves me in the wrong sort of way, it's not my fault that my ex is now your ex and for some ridiculous reason you are angry at ME...it's not my fucking fault. No wonder the one person I've ever loved is a moron who gives genuine attention like a cold, heartless rock.
It's not my fault.
p.p.s I need to stop blogging about heartbreak :P
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