over it, but, despite popular belief, i was never under it.

so at work today, my ex boyfriend and his family walked in. Yes, this is the ex that told most of hughes hall that i put out in ways that i most certainly did not put out in (wow, prepositions). this is the one who told the youth group that i was crazy about him and obsessive (after i broke up with him). this is the family that hated me until i dated him, then acted like i was the best for choosing him, then once again ostracized me after our breakup a scant 2 months later. this was my youth pastor's family.

yes, not only did they eat at the Crack House, but they sat in my 2 table section. What are the odds?

i made nice and refrained from lying (oh yes, i'm doing well, have a job in France for after graduation, engaged to be married next summer, have a vacation home in the Hamptons...etc) and shook so hard I dropped bacon in the lap of my other table.

I don't know if i shook from rage or nervousness, i don't know if i quivered in fear or at the thought of a satisfying retribution. how i longed to rub my success in their face, this family whose 2 children have yet to graduate or find a job without the aid of the nepotism of the Church of God.

I never missed Josh, not for 2 seconds, actually, i never liked him much when we dated. so why did seeing him today make me hideously angry, why did it make me want to strangle them until they issued an apology?

- on 2003-06-28 at 11:12 a.m.

wilted - blooming