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So, it's officially over. I have to say, though, that if all my breakups were like this, I wouldn't be nearly as bitter as I am. We basically followed our pattern of having an argument, being all stilted, etc, and then doing something completely different. In this case, we trawled midtown for a couple hours, culminating with a stop into The Beat (record store for non-locals). And it was just seamless. We were doing all the things we did when we were together, we were acting the same ways (well, without hand-holding etc, which I actually think is kind of obnoxious in public) but we weren't. And it was just as good. I'd been dreading him breaking it off, and it was like this sword of Damocles hanging over our every interaction. Then it DID fall, and it cut through all the bullshit we'd been serving each other, and we could just "be". It was, really, everything my higher urges had been wanting for the last month, basically, and all I had to do was face my fear. Then, he uploaded like a gig of music for me. Score.


Also, Mari's scary good at predicting relationships. I'm never ignoring her advice again.

As far as my lower urges are concerned, yeah, fuck them. Who wants to help me make Anti-Sex League stencils?