Some clarification

Sunday, Sept. 03, 2006, 11:57 p.m.

There is a cat walking on my lap as I type this. That might not seem significant to anybody except me, but bear with me here.

The last time I posted an entry, I didn't have much to say. I mean, I had a lot to say, but I had no idea how much of it (if any) I really wanted to throw out there to the world at large, and no idea how to say whatever that was. I thought the ol' ring-tan-line photo would be a good start, but as far as putting all of this into actual words? I was, historically, at a loss. That hasn't changed much, but I think I'm ready to at least give it a try.

Husband and I have decided -- after two years of marriage, two previous years of friend(with benefits)ship, one year of separation (thanks, The Army!), countless good times, at least as many assy times, and more drama than I care to mention -- to split up.

I'm not going to go into the details of the whole situation for two reasons:

1) My fingers would FALL the fuck OFF from all that writing

2) Hi, Husband! I know you're reading this! Thanks for the lack of privacy!

To make an excruciatingly long story short, it all went down about two weeks ago, and this Labor Day weekend I am almost completely moved out of the old and into the new ... apartment, that is.

Instead of a husband, I now live with a roommate and her cat (whom I have already affectionately nicknamed "You Fucking Crazy-Ass Cat"). It's scary and different and unexpected and did I mention holy fuck we are actually splitting up this time.

But, I'm okay with it. It's the right thing to do. Kind of like when you really want to eat that entire half-gallon of ice cream because it is like heaven upon your tastebuds, but then you don't because it will actually be more like several pounds upon your ass. And even though you might miss out on that delicious, fleeting cookie-doughy experience, you feel better about your decision a few weeks later, when you can finally re-fit into your Skinny jeans.

I honestly have no clue what else to add right now. Thank you all for your support and lovely comments and everything. All will eventually settle down, and you might hear from me via phone or e-mail or telepathy, but for now, I don't really want to talk about it.

For now, I've really got this terrible craving for ice cream.