Abracadabra

Today is exceptional.  I can't stand my ex.  It burns me up that he can get to me, but such is life.  I know I need to chant more about this, because really and truly and honestly and bluntly and brutally - he's a piece of dog poo.  Not the fresh moist kind.  He's that dried up, been in the sun, turning gray and don't even stank no' mo' poo.  You could step in his kinda poo and never even know it, 'cause it fucking disintegrates and leaves no trace.  Hmmm,that's it. I shouldn't even see his ass.  He's invisible, only his nose is so big.  That, David Copperfield couldn't hide it.