Ok, so i just walked in my door from a quick/late bar run with some friends, and guess what? another ex-fucker just called me telling me that he's coming into the city from long island tomorrow night. Honestly, why in the past week do 2 ex boyfriends, 1 ex fuck buddy, and 1 ex something (the guy that called tonight was in bewteen f.buddy and bf)come into my city and call me? This is too stressful for me. I know it probably sounds like i have a million ex fucks, but I really don't.

I grew up in a nice little sheltered family that taught me that boys have cooties and that up the shirt before i'm 17 is a no-no, and before I moved into my own apt I was not even half as jaded and fucked up as I am now. I knew 3/4 of these guys BEFORE I moved out, when I could still count the # of guys I slept with on 1 hand. Basically if you don't want to become corrputed quickly, don't move into your own apt in NYC at a young age.(i.e. 18), and party drink and drug every night.

So yea, I agreed to see "B" tomorrow night. I know that I'm an idiot for making a plans with a guy who hurt me TWICE. not once, 2 times. What the fuck am I getting myself into? Well at least i know not to get attatched to him this time. This is just for fun since it seems like all my firends left for Miami a week earlier than I planned.