Its not real until I buy a ticket....

I  so refuse to buy a ticket although I know i run the risk of missing my first class. I dont want to go bk 2 that hell hole. Anyway enough bitching about my life being a perfect graveyard for buried hopes (thank you Anne of Green Gables). I agreed to step out of my house with Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort in my case is the most evils of evil boyfriends I had, he lied, he cheated, he cried, i forgave, he lied, he cheated, he cried i forgave, he lied and i said gtfo my house! The cycle ended. But recently I reopened that channel by answering the phone n such, but do I want him back???? Oh hell no! Forward ever backward never is the mantra with exes and i think all girls should adopt it. An ex is an ex for no reason, I digress... Anywho so i agreed to go out with him manana, why? I now need some lie to get myself out of it. Yes I said lie because no way on God's green earth am I getting into a vehicle with He Who Shall Not Be Named

ALL MEN ARE EVIL
IF I EVER FORGET THAT REFER ME BACK TO THIS BLOG
THEY'RE SELFFISH
THEY'RE MANIPULATIVE
THEY'RE HURTFUL
THEY MAKE US FEEL FAT
THEY MAKE US FEEL BAD ABOUT OURSELVES
THEY MAKE US INSECURE
THEY MAKE US INTO JEALOUS BITCHES
THEY CRITICIZE US FOR BEING JEALOUS BITCHES
THEY KNOCK US UP AND DUMP US
THEY TELL US THEY LOVE US THEN THEY LEAVE US
THEY DONT HAVE A CLUE!!!!