Wow. How pathetic was that last post? Further proof that drinking Jagerbombs all night while crying and reviewing every failed relationship in my life and then blogging about it is a BAD idea. My boy, the one I was somehow convinced was leaving me, may or may not be. But he’s not leaving me for good. Just moving. Maybe. He’s very unsure of his current life move, therefore his decision to move changes daily. Either way, I do believe he’ll be around for quite a while.
Anywho, in other news, I had a really strange week. I had that impending sense of doom hovering in the corner like a bad child. But after a plethora of liquor, a therapeutic rage kicking session, and a very invigorating adventure in the mountains with my love yesterday, things are looking much better. I’m going to West Virginia this weekend to spread my dad’s ashes on the New River Gorge Bridge. If you’ve never heard of this bridge, it’s amazing. There’s a mountain called Beauty Mountain on one side of the bridge, where I will proceed to pour out for some vodka for my homies and let the ashes fly. I feel like this event may help me begin to let go and move on.
It’s a gorgeous day outside and I’m stuck at work. How fun. If one more customer hangs up on me, I swear I’m gonna start hanging up on them. It’s ridiculous. But more on customer service later.
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