What the fuck???

Every time I called I thought I was calling two hours later. I guess I was wrong…

So, I get home from work. The local paper is sitting on the coffee table. There is a small picture on the front and I think, “hehe, that kind of looks like my ex-boyfriend.” I look closer, it…is?…my ex-boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend who hasn’t talked to me since December. My ex-boyfriend who might have picked up the phone 2 weeks ago and definitely called without me answering the other night. Who, last time I talked to him, lived in Los Angeles. I open up the paper. There is an article on him. Yeah, so, he apparently lives in Chicago and is starring in some play. Apparently he’s been living here since January and apparently I’m not important enough of a person to tell.

My dad said that he saw it and was tempted to throw it away. I am freaking out. And kind of pissed. And, I don’t know what. What?

I mean, really, what the fuck?