What goes around...?

So it's only been about 29 hours and yet he's already texted 3 times.

Text #1 (2:20PM): "Stop writing shit."
I would assume he was referring to myspace, so I removed the evilness.

However, I replied: "I'm not sure what you are referring to, but you have a lot of nerve telling me to do anything given how terribly you've treated me. Leave me alone."

Text#2 (8:34PM): "We need to meet up and talk at some point."

Text#3 (8:36PM): "And could u take that off your my space please."

First of all, it's MYSPACE, ONE WORD. Sacrilegious.

Second of all, obviously he never saw what I wrote, otherwise he would know already that I had removed the evil bitterness. Retard.

Response to Texts #2 and 3 (not until almost 11PM, as I was very busy watching British movies with my Mother):
"I don't need to talk to you. You had your chance to talk. Haven't you hurt me enough?"

I added that last sentence to remind him that he is by no means a victim in this situation. It seems to have escaped his memory that he has been the one consistently fucking up our relationship since weekend #1. This fact does make me seem awfully stupid for putting up with it, but the fact still remains that he is the fuck up.

Honestly, this only furthers the notion that men are tunnel-vision freaks who should be whipped but enormous dildos.

PS I will NOT remove TLC's "No Scrubs" as my myspace song. I need to be reminded of how much I've learned from my 5 month stay in Whitetrashville.