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Wow!!! The sky must be falling, or hell must be freezing over, or chickens must be growing tits, because the oddest thing just happened yesterday. My ex called me up to hang...

I'm tired of being a dick or playing games, so I accepted. We saw House of Flying Daggers (pretty disappointing flick in my opinion), and watched a little TV over at her place. Yeah, of course it was weird and a little awkward, but what did you expect, she's my ex. Well, in any case, I was cool with the whole thing and kept to myself (didn't wanna fuck things up by opening my big mouth). So after the movie she drives me home and is pretty much harassing me to talk to her. So we talk and I let it out. More surprising yet is the fact that she apologized for being such a royal bitch to me all this time, didn't see that one coming. Plus she broke it off with pilot bootycall florida boy (yay!).

Now I know what you're thinking, "well, are you getting back together?"
The answer is no. Granted, I told her I still love her, but a good night between us does not a relationship heal. I admit I'd love to, but there's allot of shit that's gotta be worked out first, mostly with herself and how she sees me and herself, and especially with her ability to communicate and bring down the walls she put up.

So... conclusions? Well, none. I still keep living, getting ready for Philly, she'll keep dancing, she's even going to NY and work a club over there for a week or so. So we both have our own personal shit to work through, but it's a start. To what? I don't know yet.

Guess we'll have to wait and see....

In the meantime... new strip bitches!!!! Enjoy!!!


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