January 24, 2013

• Snow day. And I spent it in my bed.
  It was his birthday. I may have creepily whispered "Happy birthday," across the gym from my treadmill. I don't think he heard. I hope. My crazy is getting worse. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm the rule, not the exception.

  "Okay, okay. Exhibit A. Chad the drummer who lived in a storage space. He only used me for rides and yet I continued to stalk him for most of 1998. Then oh, um, there was Don, that broke up with me every Friday so that he could have his weekends free. I was delusional about that relationship. I used to refer to him as my husband to random people, like my dental hygienist. Anyway, all my friends used to tell me about how things might work out with these dipsticks because they knew someone, who knew someone, who dated a dipstick just like mine. That girl ended up getting married and living happily ever after. That's the exception and we're not the exception. We're the rule."

  It's pathetic that even though I know this, I still hope that just maybe I'll become the exception. That's really all I have to cover today. It was a sad day.

  • 10:13 pm
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