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Okay, wow. The hits keep coming. For whatever reason, I made the stupid decision to look at my ex-girlfriend's, uh, Facebook profile. And she got engaged, and I was happy for her. Um, but then I noticed she got professional wedding photography with her fiancé that all emulated pictures that we both had together. Sitting in Christy Pitts' park. Looking over the DVP at sunset. Our cat walking on the piano that I gave her. Us dancing together in a very specific pose. And most disturbingly, she went to her old apartment, which she said she would never go back to because, well, we had roaches and we had a terrible neighbor. Really bad vibes. But she went back to her old apartment and took, uh, pictures in our daisy field. She's reliving our entire relationship with someone else. How, how creepy is that? Now, I'm not jonesing or anything. I just did, like, a quality of life check. I just wanted to make sure she was alright. But, now I'm just probably gonna delete Facebook. Come, come to think of it, she probably used the same photographer. Like, the exact same photographer. How fucked up is that?