I have spent all morning watching Daria and reading my xanga archive (aka taking a stroll down memory lane).  Makes we want Pho.  I noticed how I've grown up in these last few years.  It takes more to rattle my chains now, typical stuff doesn't seem like a big deal to me.  But, throw in a little boyfriend-related drama, and it takes me back.  I spent my flight out here thinking about my potential new boyfriend and potential dumping of old one.  It really had my head spinning.  It was awesome.

The new boyfriend seems really promising.  He's called me a few times.  Sent me a Happy Birthday teddy bear.  Is picking me up from the airport upon my return to Columbus.  Seems good.

Muhammed called me a few days ago.  I took the phone outside, sat down, and was totally planning to break up with him.  Didn't do it.  Ended up being one of our typical 2-minute conversations.  Hi.  I'm fine.  At my parents' house.  Really?  Cool.  Talk to you later.  I'm hoping the next time he calls, I'll be ready to break up with him.

Have a nice day.  I love Seattle.