Mag & I were talking about how we have a hard time feeling bad when other people lose members of their extended family. Phew for not being on my own with this one, but then I realized today that I do feel really sad for people who break up with their boyfriend/girlfriend. Like REALLY sad for them. Not normal. Maybe because aside from my grandparents I've been pretty fortunate and haven't lost anyone close to me and break ups have been the hardest thing loss-wise that I've had to go through and I know exactly how much those suck? I guess for that I should be very grateful.

I attempted to start running again today. It's been awhile... as in years. And I was doing fine at the actual running process... not too out of breath and I was going strong, but my intense dislike for socks spoiled my plan and now the back of my feet are both raw and bleeding. So I will not be running for a few days... sticking with flip flop wearing walks for the next week or so. Damnit, I was so looking forward to being able to run again and having the time and the motivation -- because as much as I LOVE my tiny-dicked, fat ass, ugly fucking moronic ex-fiance calling referring to me as a "lazy eyed fat marshmellow" or whatever the fuck he keeps saying, I'd prefer to be in amazing shape the next time I have the misfortune of running into him -- so that I can kick him in his teeny tiny balls that much harder.

PS. Does anyone have any clue how I can get rid of the fucker for good? I have literally blocked him from EVERYTHING. I have cut off ties with the last mutual friend we had. And yet he still (quite unfortunately) continues to exist and think that his opinion matters in the world of people who are 100 times better than him. I should have taken my Marine friend up on his offer to off the fucker.

I'm getting drunk... damn quarter bottle of vodka on a Monday night... my feet hurt! I don't have aspirin so vodka seemed like the answer??? At least I stopped peeling and got to go tanning today so I'm finally almost all one color again (does that make me less of a marshmellow? I'm not pasty anymore... and if he had a problem with my size, he should have realized that 2 years ago and not started fucking me then... I haven't changed. Oh & I definitely do not have a lazy eye? I have checked. He definitely does have a VERY small penis -- I've also done the research required with that diagnosis. 3 inches fully erect does equal small, little David, sorry fucker).