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My ex-girlfriend whom I haven't seen in four months is coming by next week to pick up the rest of her stuff. I told her I'd have everything packed up and ready for her. I don't know why, but I'm getting kind of worked-up about this. Maybe it's because I'm now using her cat's food dish as an ashtray. Maybe it's because her frog statue is broken from falling off the dresser. Maybe it's because I discovered cat shit on her pile of clothes and never bothered to clean them. Maybe it's because I borrowed her pants for a while and wore holes in them. Or...

Maybe it's because I miss her a lot and I wonder if she'll look more attractive because of it. Or her personality more tolerable. But no, that's so incredibly doubtful that it's laughable. For some godawful reason, all my exes have become dumpy and gross after we broke up. Except for one, that is, that I still have sex with from time to time. I should call her up again. Anyway, I don't miss my ex. I'm not cold and heartless, but neither am I putting up a tough facade to mask my pain... I'm actually rather happy she's gone. I liked her, sure, but it's been nice without her. Is that allowed?

So, yeah. Most of this post is bullshit. I just did this as a reminder because I forget shit almost instantly. So... keep this bumped until next Thursday. OK? Thanks.