Hi all.
I don't want this to feel like "welcome to my blog, have a seat, gear up for some laughs". I want it to feel like, hey, old friend, listen to this one...like you've come in right in the middle of me telling a great story to a group of people in the middle of a coffee house. Drag over a big comfy chair, put too much sugar in your coffee and settle in, indian style, to listen to the irony of my life.
This boy and I broke up over a year and half ago. We broke up because he couldn't be in a serious relationship. As of today, he's been with his girlfriend for almost a year and a half. Huh.
I'm just glad that his inability to be in a relationship hasn't prevented him from being in one.
What's worse is that I don't talk to him; I find this information from friggin MySpace. I think we're living in this age of digital information... people know things way too quickly. I'm forced to receive, absorb and analyze information at a rate that makes me feel like I just got off the Rotor, which was this terrible spinning ride at the Great Escape in upstate NY. They shut that ride down in the last 5 years and took it off the premises. There's a good reason behind why they did this; kids kept throwing up in it, and the gravity forces would hurl the hurl all around the ride.
Look at this as a metaphor; information should not travel this quickly, otherwise, you end up with hurl being hurled all around the room.
Enjoy that little literary treat. I'll be back with more.
