You know how we went to the Haley Toyota dealership last Thursday and that crazy salesman wouldn't give it a rest? He is still acting like an overdependent ex-boyfriend. Blondie receives a cornucopia of calls and texts. Ah, Rick. We never were really attracted to the 2009 Cobalt.
And I still receive calls from the Mary Kay rep, who did my makeup for the wedding. She is a lovely gal, and I would very much like to be pals with her IF SHE WEREN'T A CRAZY MARY KAY REP TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO BECOME A CRAZY MARY KAY REP. I won't have it. I ignore her calls (besides when my mom accidentally picks up the home phone). Would the mature thing be to let her know I'm not interested? Maybe, but I'd rather just delete a voice message every week and eight emails a day.
"They say that breaking up is hard to do
Now I know, I know that it's true
Don't say that this is the end
Instead of breaking up I wish that we were making up again
Remember when you held me tight
And you kissed me all through the night
Think of all that we've been through
Breaking up is hard to do"