You Know Your Best Friend and Your Mom Are Right

when, (by the way, while laughing; I'm not sad), on the way to the bathroom to brush your teeth before bed, you speak the following sentence out loud - to yourself - (after sending an email two days ago and leaving a voicemail yesterday for your ex and not hearing anything back)

My stupid asshole son of a bitch slut whore motherfucker of a bastard ex-boyfriend can go to the suckiest level of hell right now 'cause I don't give a flying...

and then you write in your blog about it.