Not your type of recycling, but I'm sick of recycled boyfriends.
A small group of us gay boys know each other, and we've pretty much gone out and reuse and recycled each other... and that sounds disgusting but it's true. Love triangle? More like a love megafuckingoctadecanonagon.
Today I was talking to one of them, and we haven't gone out - I thought it might happen - but then we both realised and decided NO. No more fucking recycling, we're just going to be good friends, laugh at each other's jokes, be there for each other and we'll find someone else. The curse has to be broken.
I refuse to be recycled trash.