So I broke up with my boyfriend… twice. He’ll probably get mad at me for posting this (if he still reads my blog), but it’s my blog and it’s my life and besides, it’s the truth. The first time was over the phone, but then we had dinner together in the cafeteria a couple days later and he was all sad and convincing and kind of begging… I caved. Hah, bad decision. Tonight he came by to grab something he left at my dorm because he’s moving back to his parents’ house for the summer, and after he left I chased him down the hall, led him back to my room, and broke up with him again. Good riddance, my gosh.
Important disclaimer for those of you named Jan who are reading this: it’s not because of you, for the last time.
Okay, moving on.
Not that I need to move on in the relationship sense. That ship has sailed, baby.
I guess I just kind of wanted to get that out there. I don’t have much more to say and I need to get to sleep if I want to go running before work tomorrow, which I do. I do I do I do. I’m going to have to keep telling myself that come 6am.
See you on the flip side, yo. And tell me about your boys, eh?