Way to Go, Gurl!

Last night, I did something stupid. I texted Mr. Frog. Who cares! He doesn't know my number, anymore, anyway. I just didn't know why I let this kind of stupidity get the better of me.

Typical of him, he did not respond. He often refers to unknown texters as "stalkers" which, in turn, earned him the monicker "feeling-Brad Pitt" by one of my maldita friends.

Either out of disappointment or a sudden surge of panic, I deleted his number from my phone directory. Just in case insanity strikes back. Not content with deleting his number, I went on to erase the stored messages in my Outbox--the other ones I sent to him, long after he had made a curtain call. I still keep his e-mail messages, though, to serve as pieces of incriminating evidence, should the need for them arise. Hehe.

I congratulate myself for having obliterated more of him from my system. This shows how I am gaining new strength and pretty soon, he'll be ranked in the annals of my life as no more than "a rare archaelogical find" fit perhaps for the pedestal, but not for my heart. Naks!

Stupidity aside, way to go, gurl!