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There’s No Tomorrow II

June 24th, 2008 · 4 Comments · Memoirs

I went to sleep at 6:30 a.m. on Sunday, and soon thereafter my ex-girlfriend woke up and moved out. Some of you might be thinking “What? It’s about time!”

My sentiments exactly. It took her a while to find a new place though, which is understandable. Then the landlord of the place place she found was kind of a dick and delayed her move in date.

EVEN CHILDREN GET OLDER

She had a friend help her move out. Despite the fact that I was sleeping in the living room, I half-slept through the whole thing.

There were powerful feelings when I woke up at 1:30 in the afternoon to find her gone. It was one thing to be annoyed at my ex-girlfriend’s presence for living in my apartment and well, being my ex-girlfriend. It was something entirely different to wake up and find the person I fell in love with more than four years ago gone, and a bunch of newly created empty space in my apartment.

Expanded Book Shelf

I have room for more books.

Empty Bed

One reason I slept in the living room on Sunday and she slept in the bed was that I knew she would be taking the bed. It was her bed. We moved it here from Davis. I threw my old bed out.

Empty Closet

I’m not sure what I’ll do with this whole extra closet. Maybe I’ll cultivate some homegrown product.

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

At this rate, God knows that that the spaces will be filled soon. But at this rate, God only knows with what.

STILL NOT DONE YET

I felt like going to a cafe and doing some writing by myself. Maybe I would secretly shed some tears when no one was looking.

That’s not what I did though.

At this exact moment I don’t have time to write down what I did do. But, I’ll tell you all about it in my next post. This time I mean it.

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4 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Allen // Jun 24, 2008 at 11:54 am

    It’s so sad compared to the brazen extreme times. This is just a sad empty space that we can feel. You’ll be fine, man.

    I gotta know what else you did on Sunday.

  • 2 Allen // Jun 24, 2008 at 12:03 pm

    We need to see some pictures of these spaces filled with something extreme. Hookers snorting coke, Biker babes living TBL with you, vomit. Something extreme. Oh, and intense.

  • 3 Ian Bowman // Jun 24, 2008 at 1:14 pm

    I’m glad you’re feeling the post, but try to be a man and not emo out so much.

    And don’t call me vomit.

  • 4 Allen // Jun 24, 2008 at 3:34 pm

    The space in these photos has been cleared for:
    A) The Guinness World Record for a long line of cocaine
    B) Fucking…and lots of it
    C) Health reasons
    D) The RBL (Real Biker Lifestyle)
    E) Anything Ian feels like

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