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Ah, black Friday... I laugh at thee
Nov. 28th, 2008 07:39 am Today I will take the last bit of money you gave me to help pay for your return ticket [you still owe me for the rest of it, by the way] and I will buy myself something shiny so that something good will have come of you these last few months.
I will not think twice about handing over the last thing I can remember you giving to me. I will fork that bill over without wincing, smirking, or any hint of emotion whatsoever because, let's face it, you obviously don't think of me, so... this last thing of yours will go away and I'll try to not think of you.
Except, of course, while I'm planning to not think of you.
Damn it. :p
I wish I could just flip a switch in my head so that there wouldn't be this ridiculous pang when I think of one day, some day, maybe if I'm really good, being over him. Over it.
On the plus side, it's down to a pang when it used to be a fantastic stabbing sort of pain. Yay, progress! Either there's more rum in those cookies than I recall [not likely, although the batter was a little on the soaked side] OR progress. Okay, fine, maybe it's also, y'know, lying to myself. But I'm holding out for progress.
So. The shiny in question is a ring from Tuesday Morning. I might hold out for something, y'know, shinier, but the three I saw the other day were awfully pretty and I can shove the rest of the money [not that there will be a ton] in my bank account to hopefully keep it from exploding until next Friday. Yes. That's the plan, anyway.
Besides, I don't have the best luck with rings anyway, so I'm wondering if I can reverse the curse I seem to have when it comes to rings. It's worth a shot, I suppose. If not, I guess I'll only wear them inside, at home, when I've no intention of doing anything more than reading a book or a magazine to keep the jinx hijinks to a minimum. Though I guess paper cuts could happen...
If you think I'm nutty or want to know more of this curse: I have found that far more often than not, if I'm wearing a ring, I'm having a really, really shitty day. It doesn't even help if I take it off. Computers have fried, I've been lost and left places, and the biggest/best of them all: I have killed three relationships with rings. As in, they bought one [and we aren't talking serious stuff here either] and POOF. It ended. Friendships seem to survive okay, though. My favorite prompted the following conversation after the breakdown:
Friend who is no longer Friend anymore: Well, at least you got that pretty ring out of the deal. That was nice, right?
Me: ...whaza?
FWINFA: Um, the ring? Duh.
Me: Say wha?
Friend: A few months before you guys broke up, he asked the rest of us to find out your ring size. Remember when I asked?
Me: *nods slowly* Yess...
Friend: He bought you a ring. Didn't he give it to... Oh. I guess not.
At the time it made me a bit of a sad panda. Now I find it funny. That, my friend, is progress. Or insanity. Progress!
So. I should use my amazon gift card I snagged through mypoints for other people, right? Right. I mean, I was going to buy a book or three, but tis the season of giving, and I really don't know if I'll have quite enough money at the end of the season if I don't.
I need a cookie and some Dayquil. Who wants germ covered hugs? That's right! I'm giving 'em away!
I will not think twice about handing over the last thing I can remember you giving to me. I will fork that bill over without wincing, smirking, or any hint of emotion whatsoever because, let's face it, you obviously don't think of me, so... this last thing of yours will go away and I'll try to not think of you.
Except, of course, while I'm planning to not think of you.
Damn it. :p
I wish I could just flip a switch in my head so that there wouldn't be this ridiculous pang when I think of one day, some day, maybe if I'm really good, being over him. Over it.
On the plus side, it's down to a pang when it used to be a fantastic stabbing sort of pain. Yay, progress! Either there's more rum in those cookies than I recall [not likely, although the batter was a little on the soaked side] OR progress. Okay, fine, maybe it's also, y'know, lying to myself. But I'm holding out for progress.
So. The shiny in question is a ring from Tuesday Morning. I might hold out for something, y'know, shinier, but the three I saw the other day were awfully pretty and I can shove the rest of the money [not that there will be a ton] in my bank account to hopefully keep it from exploding until next Friday. Yes. That's the plan, anyway.
Besides, I don't have the best luck with rings anyway, so I'm wondering if I can reverse the curse I seem to have when it comes to rings. It's worth a shot, I suppose. If not, I guess I'll only wear them inside, at home, when I've no intention of doing anything more than reading a book or a magazine to keep the jinx hijinks to a minimum. Though I guess paper cuts could happen...
If you think I'm nutty or want to know more of this curse: I have found that far more often than not, if I'm wearing a ring, I'm having a really, really shitty day. It doesn't even help if I take it off. Computers have fried, I've been lost and left places, and the biggest/best of them all: I have killed three relationships with rings. As in, they bought one [and we aren't talking serious stuff here either] and POOF. It ended. Friendships seem to survive okay, though. My favorite prompted the following conversation after the breakdown:
Friend who is no longer Friend anymore: Well, at least you got that pretty ring out of the deal. That was nice, right?
Me: ...whaza?
FWINFA: Um, the ring? Duh.
Me: Say wha?
Friend: A few months before you guys broke up, he asked the rest of us to find out your ring size. Remember when I asked?
Me: *nods slowly* Yess...
Friend: He bought you a ring. Didn't he give it to... Oh. I guess not.
At the time it made me a bit of a sad panda. Now I find it funny. That, my friend, is progress. Or insanity. Progress!
So. I should use my amazon gift card I snagged through mypoints for other people, right? Right. I mean, I was going to buy a book or three, but tis the season of giving, and I really don't know if I'll have quite enough money at the end of the season if I don't.
I need a cookie and some Dayquil. Who wants germ covered hugs? That's right! I'm giving 'em away!
