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Okay, now I have my own place again. I tried to kick my ex girlfriend out, but she wouldn't go, so i just moved. I live in the art district now. It's kinda nice, all my friends live close, and i can walk to the store. all my bmx buddies live close so we can just leave from here and find some trails. Other than that things are going pretty good. Me and my ex had one last final fight. a few weeks after we broke up I met this girl. It's not like i was looking but this girl just started talking to me. That's when you can't really fight it. It's like the old saying "guys can quit chasing girls, but if a girl chases a guy, they can't run too fast." something like that. But i was just making the point that I wasn't out looking. Anyways, me and this girl went on a date, and my ex drove around and saw my truck and came into this restaurtant, and tried to pick a fight with this girl. So that's mainly the reason that I moved out. The girl told me to go to hell, and that made me realize that it was a horrible situation. anyways I knew it was really over, the week before. This is right out of a Cursive song, for all you Cursive fans. She called me cause her dog ate some pills, and she didn't know what to do. by mistake I said "calm down baby" before this she was crying. but after I said that she said "Don't call me fuckin baby anymore." and that made me realize that it was officially over.