(note: I was not drunk when I typed this. the title will make sense in a minute.)

Today I went to a local record store with a co-worker where prominently diplayed were copies of the Drunk's band's CDs. My co-worker must've noticed the sad look on my face because she almost immediately said "Looks like they've got a lot of copies left." Fantastic. Nothing like a little sour grapes once in a while.

Even now, nearly four months since we've broken up, I still think about him and miss him. I've been tempted to call him, but I probably shouldn't. So either let me know why I shouldn't OR if I should. I'd like to be friends as we agreed back when we first split but every time I think about him I STILL get teary eyed, and oh my gosh if he's got a new girl I'll freak the HELL out. I will definitely need inpatient psychiatric care.

I've learned a lot more about boys in the last year and a half than I have in the first 29 or so. I'm putting a moratorium on boys for the forseeable future.

(see, I told you.)