tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607212.post-18847037210398563422008-07-13T22:37:00.002-04:002008-07-13T22:56:34.424-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MEkPjZ03JoU/SHq8Z2xz-DI/AAAAAAAAB6c/W1HiivRQ37g/s1600-h/Picture+38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MEkPjZ03JoU/SHq8Z2xz-DI/AAAAAAAAB6c/W1HiivRQ37g/s320/Picture+38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222693870276704306" border="0" /></a><br />Oh brother. This has been about the last thing on my mind lately. There's so much garbage to tell you cats about it's unreal.<br /><br />So I'm officially out of a relationship. Only took me a few weeks, I know. I couldn't even explain it to you if I tried. I asked him not to read my blog, but now that I'm not his girlfriend he really has no reason to respect how I feel about anything. So I guess I'll just welcome him now. Hi, Tom. Enjoy the read.<br /><br />I'm not in any kind of place where I can be someone's girlfriend. I'm not the type to put myself second to anything. Sounds horrible, but that's just how it is, I guess. Better to end things now than six months down the road when the damage would be so much worse.<br /><br />SIGH<br /><br />So Cuba was a blast. Went to the disco every night. Got myself a second-degree sunburn. Got myself proposed to by a man named Charlie with a gold tooth.<br /><br />The wedding was so beautiful. My sister looked fantastic and I couldn't be happier to call Jamie my brother.<br /><br />So that maybe brings you up to speed? I don't know, there's probably a lot more I could say.Stolenswanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09551126968147022802noreply@blogger.com