Dear Jimmy:

You must have misunderstood me. When I sent you a text message saying "Happy Valentine's Day", what I meant was, "Hope you're spending your nights being miserable eating Lipton Soup alone" or alternatively, "Please die in a hurricane." Thank you for being gullible all the same though.

By the way, I want my fucking shoes back.

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Thank you, sunhawk for the adorable card you sent me! Seeing that kitty you drew made me smile for the first time in days ( Read more... )

Earlier this afternoon, I got the following text from Jimmy:

Cyn, I'm moving out of R.'s, so I'll be shipping your boxes back COD. I'll send them Monday.Forget that he has the absolute audacity to send my belongings back completely on my own dime, and COD at that. Why the hell is he moving them out and sending them back at all? I thought of ( Read more... )

Well, here it is, nearly six months since Jimmy and I broke up, going into my first holiday season without him. Normally, I'm depressed at this time of year anyway, but this year I'm getting an increasing feeling of emptiness. There's nobody around to share holiday goodness with, nobody to go to parties with, and come December 24, instead of ( Read more... )

Up until yesterday, I was sure this so-called "friends" thing with Jimmy was sort of working. Of course, half the reason I'm staying in contact with him is because I have five pairs of shoes, at least two dresses, my Bewitched DVDs, and three boxes filled with other belongings down there.

( Friends. Yeah. Right. )

I'm currently listening to Altrok Radio. Two songs ago, hubcity played "A Million Miles Away" by The Plimsouls. This was one of my very favourite songs from the 80s, but listening closer, it reminded me so much of going places with Jimmy:

( A Million Miles Away by The Plimsouls )