31st
last night, i was checking things off my ‘to do’ list of the day and partaking in quite typical thursday night activities- ‘real housewives’ of wherever it is this season (hotlanta… took me almost an entire reunion show to realize that the newest housewife was the chick who sang that ‘don’t think i’m not’ track that was hot for a hot minute when i was in high school ha-), a small glass of wine, and interent/phone chatting with my friend brandon (we get this pretty amusing commentary of the show going ha-). in the midst of this, i get a random IM from who i actually thought was my college roommate’s ex. i’ve got no bad blood with him… i didn’t date him. so i accepted the IM. turns out it was my ex’s cousin (epic fail much?). to be honest, i didn’t really know how to react, and despite consistent IMs from this kid, i simply exited the chat window and just kinda sat there. that last thing i wanted was this kid running back to my ex and telling him things… anythings about me. he doesn’t have that right to know anymore- the right to know how i am. i don’t remember the last time i willingly spoke to my ex. i mean i guess if he really gave a damn, he could scour the internet for this blog… but you get what i’m saying.
the point of that ramble is that i’m sitting here at work, my head 1/3 w/ my new apartment, 1/3 w/ the task on my desk in front of me, and 1/3 w/ the uncomfort i felt last night looking at that IM box.
ugh. f me… i hate that uncomfortable feeling. makes my throat and chest feel tight.
