Speaking ill of the dead

Long hiatus notwithstanding... a lot has been going on. Some good, some heart-achingly bad. If that's even a word.

First of all, the family trip to montana was all types of fun. The fishing wasn't so great, but the weather (aside from a freak hail storm) was spectacular. If you ever get the chance to float down the smith river... take it. With us were a couple New Yorkers, Bill and Billy. Father and son. 70 and 50, respectively. Billy ripped rigs like a champ the whole time, and not those loser-town light cigarettes either. Reds.

I was able to really clear my head out there, get some things set, y'know? And then, when I got back yesterday, I thought I'd check out my friendster page and see if anyone updated their profiles or anything. It's not like anyone ever does, but it's the OCD that counts. Except for, this time, someone had changed their profile. Kristin, my ex-girlfriend of three months... the LOML. All that shit. She had recently changed her profile to state that she was now "in a relationship."

My heart stopped. Literally. It felt rather odd. When my father came in the room, holding a letter from the IRS, and handed it to me, I realized how badly my hands were shaking. He told me not to worry, lots of people get letters from the IRS. I just kind of smiled weakly at him and said, "oh....yeah. sure."

Finding out that K was seeing someone in the most impersonal way possible... not so great. Realizing that there was actually somebody else, and that I wasn't just being paranoid... priceless. I realize that this holds no context for you, so I'll get into the backstory at some point. It's a good one. Either way, the weight of the past three months, the careening emotional boxcar ride, the worst parts are over. She said she still wants to be great friends, and I told her that we're gonna have to be friends first. How, I'm not sure.