..it's laughable now.
The hook up: Some guy hooked himself up with my phone by threatening to stab me to death.
The break up: My boss just broke up with me. I got retrenched this morning, because our investors pulled out. So as of now, I'm sitting at home cradling a Caribbean Twist so that when I close my eyes and take a sip, I can be anywhere but here.
The cover up: A week ago, I broke up with my boyfriend.
The fuck up: Well need I even elaborate? All bad things happen in threes.
Am I coping? Well, hmmm. It's tough to distinguish. I'm here, at home, with my flatmate, pondering whether I was a serial murderer in my past life, or whether I was a sociopath in my past life. But either way, as determined by my blog description, this is still very much my current life, innit.