A ( ) version of me

Things Women don’t want to hear about your ex:
She was wild in bed
She used to be a model (hotness is a touchy issue)
My parents loved her
She broke my heart
She’s still not over me
She loved sports
She was low maintenance
She was a great kisser

89x is talking about whether it’s ok to be friends with your exes. I’ve never been the person who was able to stay friends with someone I had a relationship with. Ever since the 10th grade when my first boyfriend and I broke up over summer and I sat with him at lunch the first day of school and thought I was going to vomit is when I knew we couldn’t just be friends. If I have ever had legitimate feelings for someone (outside of OMG you’re so hot) and they weren’t reciprocated, or they were shared but it just didn’t work out, I couldn’t stay friends with them.
But, I am also very cut and dry. I find very little grey area in past relationships. I will admit that with some people it depends on the relationship, how long ago it happened, and how old you were when it happened.

I really don’t think it always has to do with the potential to have romantic feelings over again. I think the disgust comes from inside jokes and a previous connection no one else is included in. I get annoyed when people talk about something only they can understand around other people. It’s rude. It’s like saying, “Oh man! There was this awesome moment we both experienced; it was so cool and you weren’t there and really, you’re not invited now either.” It’s just rude. You’re ignoring the other person and behaving as if it would be better if they weren’t around. That’s the kind of stuff you do when someone invites themselves along and you don’t want them there, so you try and make them as uncomfortable as possible.

Plus there’s the numbers issue. It’s reasonable to sleep with an ex for the plain reason that you’ve done it before and it doesn’t add any sluttiness to your belt. So if you’re dating someone who is friends with their ex… it’s almost like they’re telling you, “listen, if we ever break up—even for a day—I’m going to see this person naked and touch their genitals.”

The octo-mom said she wouldn’t get a tummy tuck because she likes to do things as natural as possible. Now. I know everyone has their own hypocritical issues. But really.

The thunderstorm woke me and Tagen up last night. She was ok for a while; she’s never really been afraid of storms before. It was right overhead for a really long time, though, and she eventually got scared. So I put my blanket over her head and kept petting her to calm her down. She also hates fireworks.

I feel like I’m forced into waiting for everything. Everything. And it’s balanced waiting for good things and bad things. I’m waiting to be laid off. I’m waiting for work to pick up so I don’t get laid off. I’m waiting to get a new job. I’m waiting for JD to get a house and be content. I’m waiting for something to happen. I’m waiting for the universe to call my number and let me order my deli meats. It’s like everything just stopped and I’m not moving forward anymore.

Brad Pitt and the kids are living in Long Island while Angelina is doing a movie. That means he’s takin the kids to school and bring Mr. Mom. Apparently, the other moms who take their kids to school can no longer do so in a frumpy nature. Ha. Love it. Moms are putting in extra effort to look nice for Brad Pitt. Oh man I can’t imagine taking my kids to school and seeing Brad Pitt dropping off like 8 ethnic babies.