C'est La Vie

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So coming off a crappy weekend, I spent most of yesterday hibernating in my apartment, mostly in bed. I said, "I'll be positive tomorrow. Today, I just want to spend I little more quality time with my friend, Depression."

And then I got a phone call. I was getting the pink slip- from my boyfriend. Le sigh. Add that to my list. Dumped by #217. It seemed like something that was coming anyway, if I were to be realistic, which I don't have a tendency of being, but it never hurts any less. Yet another person in this world who could do without me.

I talked to a handful of my wonderful friends and their words of encouragement brought back my smile. Here are some texts and messages I received:

M: Well, now you can be footloose and fancy free! : )
R: Welcome back!
E: get back on the prowl...no single man in nyc is safe now!
T: Good riddance!
G: You know, I'm single too *wink.

C'est la vie. I'll be OK. Luckily for me, I've had a lot of experience in this department.