philloak

well, great, thanks to J. i have to avoid instant messanger, though that's not that big a deal since i'm not on it much these days anyway. i'm used to the occasional im, and i usually get sick of it after "so how are you doing" because that signals the torrent of new and creative ways she has found to make a mess of her life lately. to her credit, she hasn't taken up meth yet (and that's a pretty big yet, frankly and honestly).

i know i am a very fond memory for her, but seriously, i dated this girl for maybe three weeks in high school. i haven't seen her since (consciously avoiding), and our exchanges generally end after four or five messages when i simply stop typing responses. you think she'd maybe get the hint that i don't care that she's now a single mom who's living alone in lowville fucking new york. nor do i care that her sister got herself knocked up too. J. reminds me why i'm so fucking glad i got the hell out of that town.

she asked when i'd be home, because i need to "see her baby". thanks, J., i now have to confine myself indoors when i'm home come may. she'll keep iming me about it, too, probably until i've moved far far away (i.e. in two years). i'd be lying if i said i didn't wish that certain others among my ex's were as persistant.