I’m sorry?
May 15, 2010I bumped into two of my exes last night. It was not pretty.
It’s not so bad knowing that your exes are dating each other now. In fact, I was happy for them. They, however, were not happy for me. Not at all.
The minute I saw them stepping out of their car I thought, I’m screwed. It was the first time I saw both of them again since breaking up. I was sure one of them would confront me and slap me or pull at my hair or something. I didn’t exactly end relationships well.
I never said I was good with endings.
And so one of them suddenly walked up to me, snatched my ciggy away, and started spitting words like, “bitch” “fucker” “putang ina mo”, etc. Then she grabbed her girlfriend’s arm and thrust it into my face.
Big reddish scars formed the letters “ALICE” on the skin of her arm. I gaped at it in horror. Tell me, what the hell were you supposed to do when you find out that your ex, now dating your other ex, had your name carved into her arm? I would have preferred a well-aimed slap on my face. My god.
Before I could say or do anything, the ex with the scars snatched her hand away and glared at her girlfriend. For a minute they were arguing with each other before the bitchy one turned to me and shoved at my shoulder and said, “If you have a conscience I hope it eats you alive, you heartless bitch.”
That’s probably like the hundredth time I’ve been called that.
I’ve got a really interesting reputation going for me. Shit.
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[ day 3: ” a song that makes you happy “ Mushaboom - Feist ]
another question.
March 15, 2010Sometimes I fear that I shall never be clever enough to do anything but stagnate in impotent desire for wit and charm and intellectuality, and never be brave enough to dwell anywhere else but the kitchen cupboard of these cautious explorations of other people’s lives.
If I had a time machine, I would take by force all the empty hours I’ve thrown away in the name of youthful profligacy.
What the fuck does it mean, “to do something with one’s life” ?
