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Sunday, February 13, 2005
Oh what joy it is to have an ex boyfriend with a screw loose who occasionally has paranoid delusions. How fun it is to get emergency calls from his doctor in the middle of the night. How wonderful to return that call and talk to an answering machine. How nice it is to know nothing more than that ex is apparently on his way to Portland to find me! It's so good to be loved. Such a nice safe feeling.
Comments:
You, too, huh? Well, at least I'm not the only one with a psycho ex who keeps coming to Portland to "find me." Now, if you tell me his name begins with a J, too, I'll start humming the theme to "The Twilight Zone".....
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