Mother of God
I forgot what "sitting in it" does to a body.
I woke up this morning with that "feeling". You know, the one that says "my life is completely different thanks to one person." Yeah, a feeling I should have been feeling 3 months ago. Fucking great. That's what I get for putting a bandaid on a wound that probably required some metal pins and 40 stitches.
I'm doing a show right now (the 3rd installment) where letters and emails are collected from people written by and to exes. Man, I have some stuff from this time around...that I wrote...(he's not speaking to me or answering any communication from me) that would put most of the material we have to shame. I forgot to submit it in time however, so, it remains, sadly, in my outbox or unsent in word documents.
In other news, I've gotten requests for more UK stories. The sad facts are that for a lot of it I was traipsing around by myself, keeping to myself. I'm working on the "Buddhism Brought to You by the British" class story... so, that should be coming up soon.
Otherwise, I'm wallowing. One of the L's from the L&L is moving today. It's sad. I'm sad. My cat will be sad as his new and apparently gay cat buddy will be leaving too. There are photos. I don't want to talk about it. So, the name of my home will need to change. Something completely different, as I recall that the name came from the person who I'm wallowing about, so, we can't have that.
My other roommate, the illustrious Dr. Sneed will have to help figure out a new one. I'm going for either:
The Fortress of Solitude or The Phantom Zone. But, that's just me.
In the meantime...time to get cracking on my lines for this show.
Fun Fact: My last 2 serious relationships (including this past one) started right around the start of production for this show. And summarily ended.
Hat Trick anyone?
I woke up this morning with that "feeling". You know, the one that says "my life is completely different thanks to one person." Yeah, a feeling I should have been feeling 3 months ago. Fucking great. That's what I get for putting a bandaid on a wound that probably required some metal pins and 40 stitches.
I'm doing a show right now (the 3rd installment) where letters and emails are collected from people written by and to exes. Man, I have some stuff from this time around...that I wrote...(he's not speaking to me or answering any communication from me) that would put most of the material we have to shame. I forgot to submit it in time however, so, it remains, sadly, in my outbox or unsent in word documents.
In other news, I've gotten requests for more UK stories. The sad facts are that for a lot of it I was traipsing around by myself, keeping to myself. I'm working on the "Buddhism Brought to You by the British" class story... so, that should be coming up soon.
Otherwise, I'm wallowing. One of the L's from the L&L is moving today. It's sad. I'm sad. My cat will be sad as his new and apparently gay cat buddy will be leaving too. There are photos. I don't want to talk about it. So, the name of my home will need to change. Something completely different, as I recall that the name came from the person who I'm wallowing about, so, we can't have that.
My other roommate, the illustrious Dr. Sneed will have to help figure out a new one. I'm going for either:
The Fortress of Solitude or The Phantom Zone. But, that's just me.
In the meantime...time to get cracking on my lines for this show.
Fun Fact: My last 2 serious relationships (including this past one) started right around the start of production for this show. And summarily ended.
Hat Trick anyone?
posted by LC Greenwood at 1:55 PM
3 Comments:
i'll put $20 that the hat trick doesn't happen.
First of all, no hat trick. That's my vote.
Secondly, name suggestion:
The 'L' Hole (say it out loud...seemed appropriate since you just came back from Britain and all)
Thirdly, I'm not going to give you any 'zen' advice on dealing with heartache, because i don't really know if any exist, besides passage of time. All I will say is that I don;t know that I've ever seen someone make as huge a mistake as he did letting you go, and if he cannot see that, then that fuck is a walking calamity, and he isn't worth one more tear out of you.
You're one of my favorite people in the world, Laura, and I hate that you're like this. I hate that he made you feel like this. Remember, not long ago, I was on the recieving end too, so I know how much it sucks. But, when I was down, you were there to give me one important piece of advice. I now give it back to you, word for word verbatim:
NEVER EVER let one person have that much power over you. As another wise man once said: Bitches ain't shit. Learn it. Live it. Now, go get an ice cream cone.
And the above, my dear readers, is why I love my friends.
Thanks you guys. And thanks hunchback for reminding me of my own advice.
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