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I think itapos;s pretty safe to say that Iapos;ve lost contact with most of the people I used to call friends.

Greg called me yesterday because he found someone who may want our furniture. He and I had talked about going to dinner sometime soon a while ago. He told me that he thought we should go on Wednesday. Which I said was fine. He told me he was only available Wednesday because tonight heapos;s having his friends birthday dinner, Thursday heapos;s having his family birthday dinner, and Friday heapos;s flying to Oregon to visit Sam and Kirsten.

Two things bother me about that. Not that I even realized it when I was on the phone with him. One. Nice, that Iapos;m not invited to the friends birthday dinner. Two, heapos;s actually going to Oregon. He had told me that he was planning on it, but I didnapos;t know how much of that was talk. He always takes a week off for his birthday, and I always tried to get him to go somewhere other than the couch. Hell, I tried to get him just to go down the hill with me to see Joe, and he wouldnapos;t do that. Now, heapos;s actually going outta state. Of course, he has the money to do so now.

I was talking to Mike about it yesterday. He said itapos;s funny that itapos;s always the same right after people end a relationship. All the things that you used to push that person to do and so forth, they start doing them the second after the break up.

Itapos;s not that it would have mattered to me one way or another. Our relationship was done and over for many many reasons.

Tom asked me on Sunday if I missed Greg at all, and honestly, no, no I donapos;t. Everything I miss doesnapos;t really have anything to do with Greg. Like say, I miss cooking. I miss eating real meals. And I miss having a group of friends to hang out with. But that has nothing to do with me missing the relationship with him. And simply. I donapos;t miss him at all.

Mike told me that Gregapos;s seeing a new girl and that everyone has been trying to keep it a secret from me. I find that... Humorous. I donapos;t give a shit. More power to him. Iapos;m just curious as to who it is. Mike couldnapos;t remember her name and said she worked at a school as a receptionist or something. I canapos;t think of who that could be. I have no idea why anyone would try to keep it from me. Especially since I donapos;t hang around any of those people anyway. Itapos;s not like Iapos;ve been invited to a party in months. I accidently found out about the upcoming Halloween party. Needless to say, I wonapos;t be going.

Last night, Sara and I went to Mikeapos;s comedy show and just that limited interaction with some of those people was ridiculous.

Part of me is bitter and jealous that these people I used to have a relationship with are out there having fun without me. But the other part of me is glad Iapos;m not there. Honestly, why would I want to surround myself with those people? People who care more about partying than they do about me. People who I have no real connection to anymore.

Itapos;s sad. But what am I gonna do about it?

Some people I miss more than others. Regardless of what a bitch she is, I miss my coworker Shelly. Which makes me miss Ben. And I miss Nathan. And I miss Catrina and Willie. And I miss Steph and Nessa. I miss Glenn and Katie. But I do not miss the majority of the others.

Emily and I have managed to find our friendship again through everything. For her alone, I would trade a lot. And Iapos;ve gained a very good friend in Ryan. I still have Sara and Alyssa, too. And Martial...

So yeah. Iapos;m happy with those people. Those people are priceless to me. Fuck the rest, right?

I feel very slow today. Like I feel stupid. And sick. It was one of those mornings where I dropped everything I picked up and tripped over nothing. I almost went down the stairs. It was a close call. Seriously.

I think Iapos;m finally feeling all the effects of the weekend. I had a girls night and day with the Bean woman. We managed to consume six bottles of wine on Friday night. It had everything a good girl night should have. We ate dinner. We played cards. We danced in front of the tv. We went spaing. We watched a chick flick. We heated up left overs. We bullshited and laughed and debated about serious issues. There was no crying which is always good. And no pillow fights ensued in our jammies. But yeah. We went to the Getty on Saturday. I love that place. So pretty.

Yeah. Interesting times. True that. Yo.

Iapos;ll be glad when Iapos;m done with my apartment. I love that apartment. But I need out of it. I have so much to clean and pack still. Ugh.
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