And Matilda's ex better hope he never meets a Buffista in a dark alley.

Shana tova, loved ones.

Shana tova, Shir.

Well, I can appreciate that there is no *great* time for a first breakup, but there is a time that could be *The WORST* and he found it. sorry. My first break-up was rather no-harm, no foul(although I wish I'd been more honest about noticing we wanted different things instead of picking a fight.) And it still hurts my pride that he messed with my head about being both devastated and SO IN LOVE when within six weeks, he got together with a less-complicated, homelier, version of me.As the great Lenny Bruce said about a far nastier topic "Somebody's lying," As far as I know, they're still together(He's on a short internet leash.) and letting his mom run their lives. I've thought about whether I did the right thing there way too much, but I definitely wish the education I stayed for would have turned out to be a better bet. I think about missing out on DC more than I think about his actual being, these days, though.

Oh Matilda. Heartbreak in the midst of heartbreak. Big love headed her way.

But I wasn't interested in: a. standing in for his mother Pretending to be jealous cause he found Mariah Carey or somebody hot. And then he got a stipend to go out to DC and talk up(Ha!) his brand of voice synthesizers...he wanted me to come. But when you need attendant services there's no "just going!" anywhere, which, more than this love affair, may be the great sorrow of my life...he swore his company would help, but I didn't trust that. Plus, we hung out for twelve weekends and played house...was not great preparation. Also, blah, blah, college--which I could have dropped like a hot rock but neither I nor my parents could accept that yet--it was ironically, my dumbest argument.

Ugh, Matilda’s ex, your timing is stupid.

First, oh boy, Matilda's ex. This is not the smartest move, gaining an army of powerful internet strangers-lurkers-aunts-and-uncles to wish bad things upon you. For your own good... Seriously, bad timing dude.

I was about to ask if Matilda wanted her scary goth auntie to do some (mild) hexing. Because I will do that for her.

And damn that's a lot, Hec. Much ongoing love to you, Matilda, and Emmett.

Hugs for everyone. EVERYONE.

Me, I'm in mild panic mode, as I leave for a work trip to the UK on Monday and have to have the annual reviews for my team done AND write a document before then.

WRT to LTRs, though, even if you've had one, the next one could be (will probably be) totally different, simply because individual humans, yada yada.

That said, I could be totally fooling myself. I just can't picture being in another relationship with same dynamics as me and the ex's, but I might just be hoping.

One of my in-laws is wearing entirely too much cologne (which is triggering a migraine). So I’m hiding from them in my room. They’re only really here to see ltc anyway. I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve talked to them about strong scents triggering my asthma/migraines. Luckily they’re all leaving soon and TCG is taking ltc to karate.

And now I want nachos.

The QI account on Twitter tells me that the word of the day is opsomania, which is a longing for a particular food. So I hope all of you nacho people are happy. And have nachos.