Special Limited Edition Post:

Last night, following a mildly-traumatizing run-in with an ex,* I understood for good that this city is too damn small. Walking down the street is like the long dark tunnel of experiences you travel through before you die. But at the end of my promenade through one-night stands and people I want to avoid, I'm am still very much alive.

So here's the new rule: I never want to have another ex again. And so help me god, I won't. This is including (but not limited to) the following:

ex-boyfriends
ex-girlfriends
ex-lovers
ex-awkward-social-encounters
ex-makeouts
ex-fuckbuddies

The little pissant I saw on my way out of the club last night was the last ex I'm ever going to have. Too bad I want to run and/or vomit anytime I see him or he might even know for himself.




Notes
*run-in with an ex: I kept my cool. I didn't even roll my eyes at him, that's how much I kept my cool.