Immediate Gratification

There was a little girl who had a little curl...right in the middle of her forhead. And when she was good, she was very very good...but when she was bad she was horrid.

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Location: Boca Raton, Florida, United States

Mother. Sister. Daughter. Friend. Lover.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Enough Whining Already

As entertaining as it must be to read two grown adults banter about a failed relationship and all the comments from the respective peanut galleries, I simply refuse to engage in any more of this. He asked for my honesty, and then couldn't accept what was delivered. I have already acknowledged and apologized for some of the admittedly harsh comments. It didn't work. Period. But to turn this into a high school drama, is just ignorant. The couple of months I knew him and the few times we saw each other do not warrant any more space in my life or on my Blog.

Please, no more comments. Thank you.

~Ms. Peach
a/k/a Bunny Boiler

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

WELL SAID !

1:00 PM  
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Yep, healthy decision! Movin' right along....

3:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Rosemary goes well with Bunny... just saying. post pics already.

7:05 PM  

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