but spent most of my time here:
because my intestines feel like this:
.
So, I'm slamming this:
so I don't look like the folks in the image.
Anyway, I left work sick today. Blech. Bad.
But the good is this: The ex gf and I emailed a couple times regarding some books of mine she had and wanted to return. The emails were very friendly and there was even joking around going on. Like old days. But, get this, I said "Kindly do not email me anymore". That's right. I said that. Codependent Bryan said "Please don't email me". I told her I had set a boundary for myself and that I wasn't going to have any real contact with her for at least 3 months. That was 2 months ago. And, I had a mere month to go. Had to be true to myself and my boundary. So, I told her I couldn't talk anymore but I may email her at a later date if I feel I can.
And who am I fooling? I'm so going to email her in a month... I know I will. It felt so fucking good to trade little jokey barbs with her like we used to do. And I want that feeling again. But I have to do it the right way and stick to my guns and ensure I'm sane when I do it. Progress...
I can't. My Higher Power can. Let him.
Peace and Love y'all, peace and love.
Oh, and I forgot this: My buddy, Kyle, wrote this for his wife, Danalyn. She was embroiled in a (not so) bitter rivalry with a friend over the benefits of Fruit filled vs Brown Sugar Pop Tarts... This is her salvo:
Yes, I actually know these people... What the fuck is wrong with me?? 
There really isn't much for me to say about myself at this point, to be honest. Work is keeping me very busy and I can't spend as much time here (or anywhere) as I would like to. Things are well, though, so I have no complaints.
yay me.