January 2010
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Late night texts and other regrettable behavior...
DAY 6 (WELL DAY 7 TECHNICALLY)
I did it. And I’m so not proud. I regret to report that this evening at approximately 1:15 AM, I sent the cringe-inducing “drunk text” to the ex. Unfortunately for my pride, I was stone cold sober.
Tonight I went out for a girls’ night on the town. Fearing a nervous breakdown if even a drop of liquor hit my system, I spent the night double...
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Attention car dealerships: Stop selling so many...
DAY 4
My ex drives a black truck. This is one of those insignificant facts that you barely think about when you’re in a relationship. But now, everywhere I look black trucks seem to pop out at me on the roads. This may be largely in part to the high ratio of construction workers roaming the streets or maybe it’s just my obsessive mind narrowing in on them and ignoring the equal...
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Being blocked on Facebook is the ultimate...
DAY 3
Breaking up in the age of the internet may be the best and worst thing to happen to a girl like me. No longer does a scorned lover need to actually take the time to pen tortured love letters to her ex, then drag herself off the couch to find a stamp and mail said love letters. No longer does she need to drive past his house at 2 AM to see if he is at home or out with another girl....
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It's not really over till you've dragged both you...
DAY 2
Typically you’d think that if you were going to start a blog, it’d start with day one. However, day one of my breakup was spent sobbing in the shower and playing Queen’s “Somebody to Love” over and over in my car so I was a bit incapacitated, needless to say. Technically, this is really like day 8 since the previous week was spent fervently denying this breakup was actually happening in...