Stupid Girl

I just turned 27. This evidently has not prevented me from making bad, unhealthy decisions. I raise a glass to irresponsibility, irrationality, and the teenage girl that takes residence in my heart.

Blog of the Dumped

It's been one week into single life, and oh! what a weird week this has been.

Some good news:

-I haven't shed a tear since sometime last thursday afternoon.

-I've managed to eat, sleep, and generally function as a regular human being without missing a beat (much).

-I have the best friends in the entire world.

-It's been made clear to me that I evidently won't die a miserable spinster.

-I bought new clothes.

-I can now get a cat.

Some bad, or at least middling, news:

-A few months back, boyfriend had a cut and bled on various parts of my comforter. I now keep seeing his blood everywhere.

-Even though we amicably unfriended each other on Facebook, I still see him comment on other people's posts. It's like a miniature slap in the face every time.

-It depresses me that Facebook had to be a part of our breakup conversation in the first place.

-While it's nice to know that I won't die a miserable spinster, I immediately got asked out by someone who I am very much not interested in.

-I'm turning 27 in 19 minutes and I have to start the whole dating process over again.


All in all, it's not so bad. The fact that I haven't been a total wreck is probably a testament to the state of the relationship.

But the first time I see him with another girl, I may cut a bitch.