too broke to go out and buy the shoes i've been wanting for more than a month now and too lazy to do anything productive, i spent my first day of vacation lounging around the house.

it was a normal day.

in fact, it was quite a boring day. an entirely forgettable day. a day that was just like any other boring, non-momentous, why-did-god-create-boring-days-such-as-this kind of day.

except my ex called, again. after roughly seven weeks of not hearing anything from him, not even a measly "good luck" for the bar, he somehow managed to dredge my home number from the inner recesses of his brain, dial my number, and chat with me.

as with before, it was one of those hi, how are you, are you now seeing someone new kind of call. and as with before, the phone call left me bewildered, puzzled, and with the knowledge that no matter how hard i try to deny it, affected.

and so, if you're someone's ex boyfriend,

please don't call her unless you want to get back together.
please don't pretend you want to be friends, because i'm willing to bet, she has more than enough friends.
please don't make chit-chat about her schedule unless you're making plans of seeing her.

and please, if you were mean enough to tell her you don't love her anymore, understand that the immediate consequence of that act means that she might probably not want to hear from you for a very very long time.