2008-04-24, 12:06 a.m.
I am still all in a huff about the phone call this weekend. Its sort of getting weirder by the day. I ran into someone last night who I suddenly feel is a spy, and has been relaying information of sorts. I really hope this doesn't turn into full blown drama. Its too early in the season for the drama to hit. Which it always does, especially if you know some of the people I hang out with in the bars.

Still, sometimes its fun to have a little drama. Something to get all worked up about, your life suddenly becomes more interesting for a little slice of time.

I'm still trying to figure out intentions.

And I've been asking a lot of advice from people, what one does in this type of situation, cause I'm not sure how to handle it.

Its pretty much a resounding "No. Don't do it."

Some people have said it is this, in the immortal words of Admiral Ackbar, "It's a trap!"

The above mentioned 'spy' (ok, I don't really feel this way. I guess there's no real easy way to say to someone that they hang out with your ex from time to time, like, do I really want to know that?) told me to go to the party. I asked why?, and she said, and I quote, "in order to open up a line of communication..."

I know that's code for something in girl-speak.

I'm not exactly sure what's being communicated here.

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And the real kicker about the phone call, he, was you thinking about asking your old manager if you can pick up a shift once a week, for old times sake...

Nice. Real nice.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's trying to mess with my head.

I hate that there's still the part of me, deep down inside that still cares. That can still be manipulated and toyed with.

I hate I resort to the secret old blog to bitch about you. I'm pretty sure you don't read my blog. I hope not.

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Just tell me your intentions. We've danced this dance before. We broke up for a reason.

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