After a breakup, nothing makes sense
Went to vote today.
The joint was totally empty and a bunch of tired old people stood, smiled and shuffled me around when I arrived. It’s always cool to vote. It’s easy for me because my polling station is just across the street from my pad. I went in my pajama top and a pair of jeans and sneakers.
Whom I voted for is less important than the fact I did.
In my personal life, the ex and I spoke again last night for quite a while. Not sure what I should do about that whole thing. Not even sure what it all means.
When it comes down to it, miss being in love.
Man, I’m such a sap. And here I am voting in the most powerful country in the world.
They should have a screening process to keep out the saps.
Location: @4:00 – pulling levers
Music: This is a message, pay attention
The Ex and I spoke today – it wasn’t bad. Which itself is bad.
It’s Sunday according to the clock but the day was Saturday.
It’s been a weird couple of days but the weirdest thing is my ex called me at 8:27 this morning – the fact that I had only fallen asleep a couple of hours earlier (another story entirely) didn’t help matters.
Weirder still, we had a pleasant conversation. But I got off the phone with her after a bit because I could sense that I was feeling old feelings again and I’m not looking forward to being disappointed once again.
Well, that’s not entirely true. Think the real thing is that I know that the woman I loved so, is gone; this person looks and sounds like her, but it is not her. And like I said earlier, while I look and sound like me, “it is not I.”
And I’m sure it would all end up the same way.
Didn’t believe it before when people told me I would learn to love being free but I’m learning. Wish I knew what it was like to be free.
Told Blond Doctor that you can’t put the toothpaste back into the tube.
You really can’t.
Location: @9:00, doing a split in Fort Lee, NJ
Music: love but we’re not the same
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Getting your ex off your cell / mobile phone plan is a lot like a divorce
Went out with some friends the other night and I met a girl who recognized me from years ago. She’s 24 years old and an art director now but it turns out that she went to the same church as No. 3. Moreover, some 10 years ago, she was in my apartment, when I was 23 and No 3. was 22, and had a “sleep-over/retreat” of some sort. Vaguely remember it. She was 14 at the time. Felt old.
So very old.
My friend signed his divorce papers yesterday; it’s sad because I was part of his wedding and I thought it would last. It actually the third wedding that I was part of that ended in divorce. I spoke to him today and he said he was fine (he sounded fine) but it was still sad to hear. His best friend dropped me a line about the situation too; it was good to hear from him. It’s good having friends that worry about you.
Speaking of which, my ex contacted me this week. It was the first contact we’ve had with each other for two months. Nothing angry or kind or anything. Just business. She wanted to tell me that my health insurance would run out at the end of this month (I’m currently on her plan) and she would like me to spin off her mobile phone (she’s currently on my plan).
Hadn’t thought about it or her for a bit. Well, that’s not entirely true. Try not to think about it or her.
Dunno…for me, it’s a little like signing divorce papers.
Location: @ 3:00 – having a burger on Grand Street
Music: Hol fuer dich den Stern vom Himmel