I got a call from trivia Linda yesterday at work. She told me a bunch of stuff about how her family was doing and how she wanted to go to trivia this week and stuff. We were just about to end the conversation when she mentioned that Tim had called her “out of the blue” the other day and asked if we were still going to trivia. He told her that he had seen me recently driving around town. She told him that I was doing well and taking karate and he told her that he was glad that he hadn’t run into me because I would have kicked his ass. She agreed with that.

I don’t understand this tendency of exes to sort of haunt a person. You just get to a point where you can go a day or even a string of days without a thought of the ex and then they have to call, email or pass a message through a friend. I was upset for a little while. I don’t want him back and I know that there is someone (maybe many someones) out there better for me. I just don’t want to hear of him or from him unless it’s because he wants to express some major regret and make some major apologies for how he treated me—just closure. I wouldn’t have kicked his ass, but I can’t help hoping that he is spending a great deal of time kicking his own ass over his behavior.

Linda got me to agree to go to dinner and trivia tomorrow night. I attended Miss Kitty’s Home and Garden Party last night. I ate pizza and drank margaritas and did not purchase a single thing. I was proud of myself. I have grown more and more opposed to those parties. I would like to go to a party where someone isn’t trying to sell me something. I was also asked to go out again with the lady from the gym on the 29th. I think I will go. I have been avoiding making any new ties here because I want to leave, but it would be nice to know that some people are going to miss me. Actually, that’s silly, I know that a lot of people will miss me and I feel sad thinking about it.

I’m pretty sure that my parents are going to move to North Carolina if I go. My mom told me that she is afraid to leave the town where they live now because she has lived there longer than anywhere else. My mom is so outgoing that I think she could probably make at least one friend in a Pakastani prison, but I guess I understand why she is nervous. I would love for them to be with me, but I know that it will be okay even if they don’t move with me.

Well, I suppose I should get some work done.

Love to all.