Alala alala give me three wishes.

Just as I was getting off work today a friend of mine who goes to school near my work came in, looking like hell. Eventualy it came out that her boyfriend broke up with her with a text message. But it gets better, the exact words of the message:
"Hey there I think we should see other people But it's been fun"
Her response "You're joking right?"
Him again: "I'm for reals"

How fucking low can you get? Grow some balls asshole. If you want to break up with someone, do it to their face. And don't make up excuses either. She called him, and he said the reason was that he heard from someone else that she said something about him being bad in bed, and other things. Which is complete bullshit! My friend does no believe in TMI, so I know for a fact they were highly enjoying their sex life.

She was so angry (and frankly, so was I) and needed to punch something. We walked all over downtown trying to find a Gym that had a punching bag set up. Of course the one that I have a membership to didn't. We finnaly found one at the YMCA, and beat the shit out of it for 45 minutes. And as much as I don't really believe in catharsis (from my psychology education), it felt so good to punch that bag, imagining his face on it. My hands are going to be so sore tommorow. I made myself bleed.