hoy es la dia de tequila para los gringos
y es la dia de independicia para los mexicanos
gracias, y muy bien as well.
So a post about the fez has come and gone just like the mighty fez himself. oh, and good thing I didn’t spill my heart out or anything – because that’d be really embarrassing to have to admit days later that: he. broke. up. with. me.
oh yes. he did.
why?
well..
he’s a fool.
first of all.
second of all;
I’m a lunatic. and I’m a lunatic, because – well – look at this blog, look at my life. the real reason, why, is because I have an affliction called “feelings” and “feelings” scare people away. But when he started identifying spruce trees and red pines on a hike in the woods, well shit, I started to fall in love. Couldn’t help it. And then when he told me he thinks he used to be a sex addict & also one day I’ll meet his mom. I just said “well okay then, we can just let it go & go with the flow.”
so I am a lunatic. I attract the crazies, and I can’t even hold on to them…
let it go and with the flow we did my friends.
So on the same weekend I dropped off the J Crew sweater I borrowed from Tour de Pants back at his lovely New Haven home, just right on the front steps like a cold bitch; I fell head over heels over soul over body into love with someone who wasn’t ready for me.
two chapters closed. two birds with two stones.
The night before the break up the former sex addict fez did ask if I would sleep with him. in more calmer terms “would tonight, be the night.” – I said no.
*cricket* *cricket*
I live with no regrets.
happy independence
xx
storiesofastonergirl 