It's not a joke. It's not funny.
Alright, it's a little funny... ironic?
For the last few weeks, I haven't been writing. I've been doing everything but writing. I've been avoiding my blog and neglecting pen and paper. We've been cooling it for awhile so I could spend some time with the new boyfriend. And I've been happy about it. Adam's great. He's all romantic and sweet and fun and nerdy as hell and that is awesome.
...Except for the fact that he gave me writer's block, which I consider worse than an STD.
...And that three days ago, he broke up with me via text message. Ha. Even he's writing while I'm not.
Like I said, a little funny.
I hate reducing myself to "that kind of girl" when I make this reference, but once on Sex and the City, Carrie got broken up with via Post-It. I can't decide which is worse.
So I did what Carrie did. I went out with the girls.
I got dressed up. I drank some iron butterflies. I watched a good band with a cute singer play in my favorite bar. I was out to have a good time, and I very nearly succeeded.
...Until modern technology's Bill Shakespeare walked up behind me and ordered a pint of Guinness.
I walked out of the bar and home. In four inch heels. Without paying my tab.
Damn you, Adam
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Isn't it weird how hard it is to write when you are happy.
But wow, what a dick!
I'd say a text message is the equivalent of a modern day post-it note, so they are probably in the same ballpark.
Coward, he's clearly not worth it anyway.
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