Open Up and Say "Bawitdaba… "

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy

As I suspected the little burning fire in my mouth was a filling that had come loose. The new dentist in the office took care of it and I must say, she’s a little cutie. Hell, even the cost of the thing wasn’t too bad.

Tomorrow is the final exam in my last class at Northwestern Technological Institute. Which means that I’ll be a certified. Whoopee! It’ll mean that I did learn something in the last 15-years. But it was worth it to make me realize just how much I already know. Next comes the license and then maybe, MAYBE my own business. Not sure that’s the way I want to go, but it’s good to know that it’s an option now.

I think I need about 10-minutes of conversation to get myself right with this whole break-up thing. I feel like I’m going on and on like a heartbroken school boy, but what it really boils down to is that I’m dissatisfied with the way the ending came about. It leaves me needing answers and closure. I’m going to have to get that closure. One way or another. Maybe I’ll go find the husband and talk to him… just kidding… I’m probably the last person he’d want to talk to. But I must confess that amongst the many, many crazy/humbling/desperate/weird thoughts I had as I tossed and turned last night the idea of seeking him out to apologize to him was a recurring one. But really, I don’t know why. I mean, at least on my end, it was never about him. Hell, I don’t even know the guy. Sometimes I wonder about me. I think it’s this damn need to be noble. Ah well, I’m sure my view on how it would go down and the way it would really go down are way different.

Ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes. No begging to change your mind, no funny business, just some clarification and an honest to goodness goodbye. I feel I deserve that much. But unfortunately, I’m the only one that feels that way. Ah well, I guess somethings never change when it comes to ending relationships…