Well Saturday I woke up with one hell of a migraine.  And decided to go to war with it by utilizing as many Gin & Tonics as possible.  Not really the most brilliant idea I've ever had.  In fact, definetly among the top 10 worst ideas ever.  Needless to say I puked farther than the exorcist and poor Aaron actually had to undress me and put me to bed.  Gross.  Me, not Aaron.  I think I should make him an award for being such an upstanding guy.  I'm counting on all of you to remind me of this incident should Aaron ever get beyond shit-faced and piss me off just by doing it.

Anyway.  Last night I logged in to check my email.  What did I find?  I found the most pitiful and ridiculous "come back to me" letter anyone has ever written.  Thank you Mike.  My response read in not so many words, "go f**k yourself a**hole-I am getting MARRIED!!!!!  Not only that, but I am seriously in love with the man I intend on marrying.  Good lord, how long has it been?  Long enough.  Grow up and take responsibility for yourself.  Contrary to your beliefs, I did not force you to cheat on me/lie to me/etc.  Also why would I settle for your sorry ass when I've already got the best man I have ever known standing right next to me?"

Interesting weekend wouldn't you say?  As drama packed as the Soap Opera Network.  Honestly, I feel completely insulted by said letter from ex.  What kind of person does he take me for?  You cannot buy love.  Especially from me.  FYI: he actually said in the email that I could have the mustang back....WTF?  I don't need some asshole with a credit card and a vehicle.  I'd gladly drive a piece o'crap Splaturn for the rest of my life if it means going to bed every night next to a man I know will be there in the morning and will always have my back.  If you have any doubts as to how pathetic email was, ask Mandie-I had to share it with someone.

So, in closing, thank you Mr. Mustang packing jackass for lifting the veil you kept over you for so long.  You are really a very ugly person beneath it all.  And until you learn how to love yourself, no one else will ever be able to love you.  Even if you do offer fancy cars and clothes.  You mean less than nothing to me.  And do not take my feelings for Aaron lightly...they are stronger than anything I have ever seen. Here's to you and your lonely, pitiful existence.  Cheers.