Facebook, you're a fucking gossip.

Hung out with Tracey last night.  It was amazing and sad, but more amazing, a grown ass women's slumber party.  Tracey didn't cry.  She could have but didn't, she just drank more wine, and I laughed at the shit she said.  I was drunk off sangria and happy, and trying to be happy too, for her sake.  She just found out, that the asshole who had been the love of her life, was getting married to some dumb boring bitch, engaged to someone we didn't know, thank god, so we can call her a dumb, fucking ugly, stupid, boring cunt, because we need to, so we don't cry.  Oh Facebook, do you know how many hearts you've broken?