Not so bright...is he?

Ok, this is too good..er...bad not to write about. It's killing me here. So Adam is moving on Mon. to Utah to have fun with Jenn and forget about me. Yeah, that I can handle, I was expecting him to at least call me up on the last day and be like "oh yeah, guess I should say goodbye eh?" or something akin to that. So anyway, he actually called me up today and wanted to know if I could spare a few moments, and in my mind I was thinking "oh, he finally remembered me", but to my absolute horror, he was like "yeah, I was wondering if you had a few moments because Jenn's here and I want you to meet her!". *THUD*

You're kidding me right? He expects me to be all sugar and spice to my replacement??!! What the eff??? I told him that I was a little busy and couldn't come down at that moment, but in actuality my heart was in stun mode, and my brain was in panic mode, so I laughed it off and told him that I was in the middle of something. After I hung up the phone, I just kinda sat there for about 5 seconds before I picked it up again to call my sister. "HOLY CRAP, IS HE THAT DENSE?" was all I heard her say before I snapped out of it long enough to come up with a plan. So I wrote him an email explaining that I'm very glad that he came into my life at that time, but I wasn't ready, nor did I feel comfortable to meet the girl that replaced me on my lovely pedestal. I haven't heard back from him, but I have a feeling he got the message and isn't going to dignify it with a return post. I actually prefer it that way. So under the advice of my sis. I went to my fav. veg spot and wrote some poetry. This is what I came up with:
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"reality in the a.m"

Bleary eyed and still crusty with sleep, I manage to prop myself up with an elbow to view the world through one eye in disdain.

Fate is a foe or an ally depending on what side of the bed I throw my leg over. I gage the distance to my bathroom and vault over the baseboard in defiance.

Pretty cracks and hairline fractures adorn my tile strewn floor. I wiggle my toes in protest to the uneven texture that someday threatens to cut me unawares.

Glancing at a pale face in the mirror, I frown as I smear the black smudges under my eyes blacker and flick at imperfections with my thumbnail.

Sighing into my jeans and weathered tank, I straiten my hair and make fishy lips while tilting my head at my reflection to see what it would be like to only have one chin.

Checking time with the pale glow of my cheap cell phone, I mumble incoherently to my ficus as I plan my escape from the cell I willingly walk into everyday to earn bread to buy the dough to bake myself into oblivion. They own my soul, or at least that's what I feel.

Sitting on the bus, I contemplate the mysteries of driving and shrug it off while watching a chinese lady dig through the garbage for cans. I've seen her before, bent over, hauling a pole on her shoulders balanced by 2 bags stuffed with aluminum cast offs. Oh why can't it be that simple?

Weary and trodden, I flash a fake smile to the girls as I pass through the dungeon gates. Roaming down the stairs, I take one last look at the sunshine before I hear the finality of the door as it clanks into place. Retrieving my shackles, I slip them on oblivious to the pain as I am deadened to it by 4 years of experience. With a hiss of steam, or clenched breath through teeth, my day lapses into normalcy.
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Hey, all I can think of is at least it's not about castration and becoming a nun! I hope my day goes better tomorrow, I think my friend Casey might actually work up the nerve to finally ask me out after 5 years. I mean, when a guy runs his finger slowly down your cheek to your jaw and blushingly says it was a stray hair, you don't get the giggles (me) for no reason. Oh heck, I dunno at this point! Cheerio.