I woke up from a dream about a bull shark grabbing people, letting them get away, and then grabbing them again and pulling them under. I was too freaked out to go back to sleep after that and went to check my email, where I found one from my creepy ex, a former marine biology/marine chemistry major, talking about finding a few of my things at his beach house and asking me to go to a renaissance faire with him.
Um. No?
Monday, August 11, 2008
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When will they learn that when we say "lets be friends" it really means "Its over and now you creep me out and I never want to see you again"? WHEN ?????
It was more like "if you get on some serious medication and see a psychiatrist, maybe I'll talk to you again at some point." Which was more or less true, because he was awesome before things kind of... went really bad.
At least he's polite to me when he does write.
I suppose so. I don't wish to hear from any of my exs.
EWWWWW.
I'm lucky in that regard. I have two exes other than this guy - one is now my best friend (we don't even think of each other in terms of having dated in the past), and I'm still on good terms with the other.
This one, however, fills me with rage every time he tries to talk to me.
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