A Text With An Ex Is Better Than Sex With An Ex

[While waiting at Polk and O'Farrell for the 19-Polk bus this morning:]

[Me: I assume you're already aware of Belinda's Feb 2 in-store in NYC?]

[He: Huh? What? Where? Omg. I have time... Is she only talking in French?]

[Me: I'm not at a computer, but I have faith in your resourcefulness to take it from here.]

[He: I'm surprised she didn't call me.]

[Me: To kick you?]

[He: She and I are past that.]

[Me: It's nice to see that kind of professionalism between stars of your magnitude.]

[He: We are on the new cast of I'm A Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here!]

[Me: Along with Bros and Betty Boo?]

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[In completely unrelated pop music news, I've finally thought of a name for my really quietly hardcore band: Megadeth Cab For Cutie.]

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[Today's Charlotte's last day at work. She's taking the Dog Bruno with her. While I will of course see both at Dolores House all the time, I've just about decided that the periodic, low-grade nausea I've been feeling for the past week is a mild panic attack over what life will be like around here starting tomorrow.]

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[FUUUUUUUUCK. Molly Ivins died. I could really start crying. RIP, you irreplaceable voice in the Texas wilderness.]

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