Sunday late morning. Came to see sister, in town for the weekend, but she has gone to see our cousin.
No one else here, save the cats.
There is a Pink Panther episode on.
The beautiful thing about Pink Panther? No dialogue. Just subtle variations of that same theme song. Some sound effects. It doesn't command attention, but rather serves as a nice bit of background noise.
Phone call from the ex last night. Short. Mostly one-sided. Including this gem: "It's strange to talk to you and not want to choke the shit out of you. "
Wow.
Isn't that just about the sweetest thing a girl ever did hear?
Still, doesn't leave the noise in my head and bad taste in my mouth it once did.
(Just a line from an Evanescence song "You never call me when you're sober. You only want it 'cause it's over.")
Stark contrast to the relationship of now. Soft, sweet words early in the morning. Care package in my mailbox of things to keep me warm. Thoughtful little messages throughout the day.
Mo' betta. Much.
Need to go home and tidy the house, study for a test.
Now 'til end of the semester the last little sprint to the finish line.
Wish me luck.
1 comment:
Good luck with finals. Glad you're happy. Ex is a doofus.
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