February 02, 2009 by: Deutschmann Category:
Ex-Girlfriends
It started off innocent enough just Google Stalking for old friends to see what was up with them in their day to day lives. But Texas is a big state and it was hard to find them, I got into contact with an ex-girlfriend’s sister because truthfully I was wondering what happened to her sister a.k.a. the ex. Apparently she went to college for a couple of months and started to slip into the wrong crowd, and by the time semester ended she had failed out and was into drinking, and doing coke. She was one of the special ones in my life, but it hurt to read that she had overdosed and they found her body later. These bad things always have an influence, but this time it influenced her the wrong way. I miss her and wish that I didn’t find out the way I did. I Google Stalked where she was buried, and it was about a 30 minute drive from where I now live. I left roses and a broken heart with her at her grave.

January 29, 2009 by: JohnnyDoom Category:
Dopey Broads Need Love Too
You know those times when your feeling a bit lonely and even though your past relationships may have sucked, you think it may have been better than this bout of shame, and there’s this small voice in the back of your mind saying, what if……..Well, that was me, so I decided to Google my last two girlfriends. I’ve grown and changed so what if she had too? Maybe we can reconcile.
Anyways, Tonya is happily married and Melanee is engaged. I’m alone and looking them up on the computer. Ever see that movie “Good Luck Chuck?” Well, that’s what I felt like. On one hand, there was some sense of closure, but on the other hand, WTF? The only thing to rest my laurels on is that Tonya is married to some short, older, bald douchebag, and Melanee is marrying some dude that has his own World Of Warcraft fan site. Small victories = bigger ego. Anyways, I’m happy for them, but I’d rather be happy for me. Laurie’s next, but all I can find on her are some pictures of her half-naked dancing in a cage at a club in Detroit. Ah, Memories.
