keep trying to find me, i don't care, i'll keep blocking you

So there's this new thing called Google Buzz. I haven't quite figured out what it is. I really don't care about it, except that the dreaded ex decided to "follow" me on it.

Which is retarded. I blocked her. I had to go to her feed page to do it. I looked at some of the info to satiate my curiosity a bit. I just wanted to know if she'd moved away. She's back in Chicago now, which is a relief. Good riddance.

She was crazy fucked-up.

And now I am in a new, better relationship. It's like that Beyoncé song "Upgrade".

It feels good to be sort of over it. I don't care if she e-mails me or tries to find me online. Whatever. She can't touch me. I'm beyond it.

Jacob is another story. I am not over that yet. I'm working on it, though. These things just take time.