Saturday, October 6, 2007  Why single is better than crazy  Me:
so i'm an idiot. the concert is sold out. Ex: oh, i totally
forgot about that Me: ah... Ex: so how's school and everything
going? Me: oh, you know, it's going. working my way through my
reading list, i'm on a 4 book a week schedule now Ex: w4mm Me:
what's that? Ex: sorry, gibberish Me: ah, yes. totally
meaningless gibberish Ex: more or less Me: anyway, i have to go
This is getting ridiculous. I can't even have one normal
conversation with the guy. And the thing is, shit like this
shouldn't matter now. It shouldn't, it can't matter, and yet it
was still a punch in the gut. My body reacted just like it's
always done every time something like this would happen, every
time he didn't call when he was supposed to, every time I didn't
know where he was or who he was with, the time I found a "hey,
this isn't my hair" on his pillow, the time I was looking for
socks and thought, "but I don't remember leaving pantyhose
here." My body's way of dealing with