Huh. What should I do?

My ex, wants to be facebook friends after two years of being apart. Two years of no apologies for the shit I was put through.

I'm not sure if I should do it.

Or maybe this is just considered "moving on"?

Argh.

Everything Bytes

A post of total randomness that may get tied together at the end, or may not.

1. I frickin love my iphone. I will never be bored at Dmv, or anywhere again. Everyone should get one, now. Thanks.

2. Work is okay except my new manager doesn't like giving us our two days off in a row. So my days off are random, and never together. And my day off tomorrow consists of a two hour meeting right in the middle of being off. Seriously disrupting my drinking time.

3. You never know how much you love hot water until you don't have it. Co0ld showers suck. And no matter how much you try to grin and bear it, ice cold water is painful.

4. Apartment hunting with "questionable" credit is difficuly. Thanks to my ex for helping assist me in ruining my credit.

5. Thank you life for letting me get a new number when I got my iphone, as my ex now no longer has my number. Peace and quiet at last.

6. People are in general stupid. No story, just that.

7. Stopping on number seven. I have some OCD and hate odd numbers, (I can't stop reading a book on an odd numbered page, don't ask...) but seven is okay. I think because my birthday is on the seventh.

h. Yes, h. Because I hate formality and rules.

i. More later, meeting a casting director from the real world. No, not auditioning, apparently I am slightly older than their age limit. Just to chat.

The Ex File

So, my therapist (the imaginary therapist who only I can see because real therapists cost money) told me it would be good to write my ex a letter, expressing the things that bother me that I haven't said out loud. My therapist also said I should stop drinking so much, so obviously therapists aren't always right, but I decided to sit down, ponder a while, and write a well thought out, well written letter expressing my thoughts, my regrets, my true feelings about how I feel. Here's how it came out....

Dear Ex,

You suck.

Sincerely, Bobby

Either that means I need to think some more, learn to be a little more expressive in my letters, or, possibly it all boils down to the simple fact that my ex really does just suck.

I mean, I usually think a lot, I'm pretty expressive, I am a good communicator. I think my ex just sucks.

I'm glad I don't pay for therapy.