"Fuck You" Friday - 2nd Edition

Fuck You - to men (and/or women) who feel a text message is an appropriate way to tell someone you don't want to see them again. Well it's not appropriate, it just makes you seem like a gutless wonder. What the hell would you have done to dump me if we'd actually progressed passed the second date?

Fuck You - to the hot guy who accepted my friend request on Facebook but then deleted me before I could even blink. Sure, I can accept that I may not have been to your particular tastes, but the fact we had been emailing backwards and forwards all week surely deserved a bit more than an instant "delete".

Fuck You - to my new iPod headphones that have already blown out after two weeks of use. I'm really gonna have to invest in a good pair aren't I?

Fuck You - to my fucking writers block. Last week I had a new post every single day. This week I got bupkiss.

Fuck You - to this stupid Brisbane weather. Either rain constantly so I know not to hang my clothes on the line, or stay hot as all fuck so my clothes actually get dry and don't have that funky "musty" smell meaning I have to wash them again.

Fuck you all.