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I have tried to get in the habit of writing a bit here and there, but nothing seems to come to mind when my fingers start tapping. Ah well here we go---the fingers must get in the habit of typing sometime.

Training's going nicely, except for last Friday, which I cancelled due to staying out too late on a school night, drinking way too much on a school night, and waking up realizing that I wasn't 25 anymore....the hangover was so intense my fingernails pulsed.  Plus, the horrors of the night before were far worse than any haunted house could ever pull off.
STORY:

My ex has a great friend, through the relationship he became a mutual friend.  The three of us would parade around causing mischief.  After the break-up, he didn't want to take sides. 

What a great guy right? I mean-------plus-------

After everything had been said and done, that ex, wasn't the ex that I'm missing in my heart these days. It had been a while where any feeling other than relief or anger was felt regarding that situation.  I thought that it would be fine and dandy to go out and have a few drinks.  

Oh baby was I wrong.

The anger--oh the bile--oh the I should never have thought this was a good idea ever in the history of mankind.  I've had some real shit for brains ideas, but I think this one, well, this one seems to take the cake.  My first drink went down like a glass of water on a 100 degree day after jogging 120 miles.

The 2nd, even faster.

Then the wise gal in me came out and whispered---move to beer darlin' this road seems like it could be getting a little bumpy.  

"Liar."

"excuse me"

shit, I thought that was my inner monologe, but no.

I'm not going to share the extent of embarrassment, angry slanders, you know, the great stuff that only comes to you when you wake up the next morning, take a shower, and hear these little voices that sound like you echoing words and phrases that you can only say---

no way, I wouldn't have said that out loud...

I did seal the night with the "hanging out with you is too hard"

he agreed.

Yay, glad I tried that little Science experiment out.

But now I'm safe in October's nook of witches, goblins, Oktoberfests, dressing up and pretending you aren't you--at least for a moment. I love to rewatch all my favorite horror films.  I don't dig the gore, not going to lie.  But if there's a good story in it, I will scare the bejeezus out of myself, no questions asked.  And since I'm a little bored talking about heart break, lost love, etc., etc. What better way to take ones mind off things than watching Ripley kick some alien asses?
Seems like a better option than hanging out with your ex"mutual friends".
just sayin'.....