Calling up an ex is never a good idea
Gave my ex a ring the other day, which was painful.
Then she picked up – that was excruciating.
But it did make me realize that I’m actually enjoying being single. It’s been just under three months now (I’ve stopped counting so I’m not sure).
At the very least, I wash a lot less clothes and dishes.
Since this is also the first time I’m not sharing a kitchen with someone in over a decade, I forgot the simple pleasure of the whole drinking out of the carton experience in front of the fridge.
I also have something I never had in 11 years of NYC living – closet space.
If only I could find that damn blue sweater I love.
I’ve got to travel upstate this week (again) but when I come back, I think I’m going to buy the Sunday NY Times, a huge cup of coffee and a chocolate doughnut and then lie down in the middle of the room and make a royal mess.
It’s always good to have goals.
Location: @6:30, showing off the ‘hood.
Music: Demain, le crime en vacances, va se croire tout permis