Me and Paul, Chris's house party in honor of his 21st birthday, three nights ago. Having smoked a truly impressive amount of weed, we end up at the corner of the outside table having a conversation.
Paul: So, you know what I did recently? Went to *name of extremely small town in New York where exboyfriend's grandparents live*.
Me: Oh, yeah? *name of exboyfriend* invited me, but I couldn't go. I had to work all last weekend.
Paul: Yeah, I heard.
Awkward silence.
Me: So, how is *name of exboyfriend?*
Paul: Pretty good, actually. Talked about you a whole lot.
Me: ...What? Really?
Paul: Yup. I mean, among other things, but he wanted to talk about you a whole lot.
Me: Oh. I'm not sure what to say about that.
Paul: Yeah, I wasn't sure what to say about that either.
So apparently my exboyfriend likes to talk about me with his friends. MY friends. My friends who, interestingly enough, didn't know until I TOLD THEM two weeks ago why we broke up. I wonder what he says when he talks. "Man, that Julia. She broke up with me and now I'm so fucking sad, I can't even admit that it was because I screwed the entire thing up and I shouldn't be moping and complaining like a whiny bitch because it was ENTIRELY MY FAULT."
I'm sorry. I'm really not angry about this anymore, but I have to remind myself occasionally why I made this decision, and why it was possibly one of the best judgement calls I ever made.
So hi, guys, how's your week?
Bellydancing tonight was glorious, as always. The plan to stop eating refined sugar is back on track today, but I failed miserably for four straight days because Sam, oh, yes, Sam came to visit. Delicious. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do about my New York love interest when I go back to school, but I'm not thinking about it too hard at this point in time, and I'm concentrating mainly on the sweet, sweet love that was made. That won't be made again for a couple of weeks, but it's on its way. I must see jacqi again, so I'll be going up there sometime soon, and perhaps we can go visit her together. Now there's a plan.
Also, sleep is a plan, as well as a shower to clean my grody self. I got paid the other day, which means it's almost time to get tattooed again. Almost. Before the end of August, certainly. Yay.
Paul: So, you know what I did recently? Went to *name of extremely small town in New York where exboyfriend's grandparents live*.
Me: Oh, yeah? *name of exboyfriend* invited me, but I couldn't go. I had to work all last weekend.
Paul: Yeah, I heard.
Awkward silence.
Me: So, how is *name of exboyfriend?*
Paul: Pretty good, actually. Talked about you a whole lot.
Me: ...What? Really?
Paul: Yup. I mean, among other things, but he wanted to talk about you a whole lot.
Me: Oh. I'm not sure what to say about that.
Paul: Yeah, I wasn't sure what to say about that either.
So apparently my exboyfriend likes to talk about me with his friends. MY friends. My friends who, interestingly enough, didn't know until I TOLD THEM two weeks ago why we broke up. I wonder what he says when he talks. "Man, that Julia. She broke up with me and now I'm so fucking sad, I can't even admit that it was because I screwed the entire thing up and I shouldn't be moping and complaining like a whiny bitch because it was ENTIRELY MY FAULT."
I'm sorry. I'm really not angry about this anymore, but I have to remind myself occasionally why I made this decision, and why it was possibly one of the best judgement calls I ever made.
So hi, guys, how's your week?
Bellydancing tonight was glorious, as always. The plan to stop eating refined sugar is back on track today, but I failed miserably for four straight days because Sam, oh, yes, Sam came to visit. Delicious. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do about my New York love interest when I go back to school, but I'm not thinking about it too hard at this point in time, and I'm concentrating mainly on the sweet, sweet love that was made. That won't be made again for a couple of weeks, but it's on its way. I must see jacqi again, so I'll be going up there sometime soon, and perhaps we can go visit her together. Now there's a plan.
Also, sleep is a plan, as well as a shower to clean my grody self. I got paid the other day, which means it's almost time to get tattooed again. Almost. Before the end of August, certainly. Yay.