I could

post a really passive aggressive blog entry, but I won't.

 (just a little bit of one.)

I had been feeling, lately, like I'd been depending on you too much.

Thanks, universe.

My car is totaled. Value unknown. 

Farewell, Moonmobile.

I am all alone here. And yet, I am not alone. 

I went for a run

I went to the park

I thought thoughts. 

I had fun without you.

My feelings are hurt. 

Lots of emotions. Anger. Determination. Desolation. Decadently dangerous cocktails of things that probably aren't supposed to be together at the same time. And so, like I've learned to do, when I don't know what to do....

Do nothing. 

I'll do me. 

Eventually she'll go home

But this is my home

And there is nothing to go back to. Things just are 

they are the way they are

and they just are. 

They were that way

And now they are this way.

I'm miles away.

I don't want to come back.

Ignoring is easier. 

Maybe my car is totaled because the new one I get will be good enough to take me out of this state and into a brand new life. No attachments. (JackJack doesn't count as an attachment.) I want to go to Denver.

British Midland doesn't fly to Denver.

mOON