So.... today of all days, I was coming out of the bookstore down the block from where I work headed back from lunch...and who do I see approaching me? Yep you guessed it - my ex. The fates have a wicked sense of humor don't they?

Thank god I looked nice today (which is usually the norm anyways cause I'm all about the heels now). Hair in ponytails, stripped tight shirt, blue jeans and a skip in my step. I was having a pretty good day.

So we spoke for a few minutes, hugged, caught up on each other's lives. It seems to me like I've been going through all the changes and upgrading while he's still doing the same old thing. Tour this - audition that, still living with the crazy bipolar controlling cat lady, blah blah blah. Nothing wrong with being a musician/artist I might add, I encourage those who do so/are, but when it gets in the way of your humanity and how you treat people and when you can't keep your ego in check - then there's an issue in my book. Now, I won't lie to you and say it wasn't nice to see him...because it was nice, very nice. But I wasn't expecting it, nor really wanting it, I've been in a nice place lately and seeing him could have pushed me out of it. It hasn't but it could have. I had figured though that eventually we would pass each other in a club or something and give each other a glance or a nod but that's about it, I really hadn't given it much though. But alas, I felt comfortable, heart was beating slightly but that's to be expected.

So how's that for a Valentine's Day doozie? Pretty crazy. We got some mad crazy kismet going on huh?

On another note...I've a package from UPS but they didn't leave it. My Valentine's Day present from a admirer. Debating on if I should have them leave it tomorrow - the apt.'s pretty safe, no one bothers anyone else's stuff-OR should I just pick it up? I wonder what I got. I am curious and excited.