A sign that my life has a sick sense of humor: the day after I delete my ex-gf's phone number from my phone she texts me at 9am. Just.. No... Escape.

So silly. Talking with her nowadays is a chore. It sucks. I dunno how to adjust from WANTING to converse with her to loathing and dreading it. Its not that we're enemies or anything, and I don't hate her at all. Furthest from. But we're certainly not friends. Barely even associates. We're kinda doing the subtle rude comments thing here and there... I guess that's to be expected. But really I definitely just do not understand or know her anymore. So the other day, having thought about it, I just kinda figured "well, she's not my friend, and I'm not hers. No point in having her number looming around there. Over it." And deleted her number. Just kinda funny that less than 24 hours I get a text from her. So weird. Maybe ill put her in my phone under a super secret fake name in case my next gf looks through, nyuk nyuk nyuk.

Can't wait to splash the shit out of someone with my van this spring. I'm gonna try and head to toe someone for sure.

Went to dessert sinsastions the other day with tessa. It was pretty rad. The food there is way too fucking good. But also expensive. I was tempted to get a 30 dollar ribeye steak. Maybe next time.

Tessa is just ridiculous ha ha. A very odd and charming sense of humor. Its been pretty cool.

Man, I love Nitzer Ebb.

K, almost fell asleep while typing this out. Over and out.

Tard style.