Go and look through my archive. From Post One and Post Two from 2002 til my last post. My whole oeuvre (thanks, Stu) is about exes. Ex girlfriends, ex-grandparents, ex-friends, ex-lovers (LOVERS! LOVERLY LOVERS!) ex-experiences, ex-exes, ex-oskeletons, ex-temporaneous assholenish, ex-facebook friends who are no longer my facebook friends.
Everything I’ve ever posted is about what I was bright enough to gain and dumb enough to lose.
So if we’re talking about ex-anythings, I have nothing new to say. It’s all there. Except that, as easy as it is to simply say this, I think you'd all like me better if you met me just now rather than knew me when. Even those of you I willingly let go away.
You may think this is a cop-out, but I can’t do it better, and simultaneously worse, than I already have. I’ve been there. Don’t need to go back again.
Of course, as I am about to post this, Eli The Barrowboy comes up on the iPod.
