ex-squared.

i went to my ex's house for the evening to watch a movie.

as a woman it's my duty to walk around trying to notice anything different from the last time i was there. i can't help it, it's written into my genetic code. blame god.

there was a dixie chicks album on his stereo and a hawaiian shirt in his closet with the ugliest flowers ever printed to fabric. i was afraid to look any longer in fear my eyes would bleed out of their sockets, which would've made driving home an ordeal.

let this be a lesson to all future boyfriends, when i go everything good in your life seems to follow, including your musical taste and sense of fashion. the rest? well, that's a secret.