Did stuff...

It may not sound like much to you busy folks out there, but for once I actually had stuff to do, and I enjoyed my weekend. A few days before, I left a message for my friend Pat, who I hardly ever get to see (she has two jobs). A miracle- she was free on Friday night, so we got together for dinner and a long, much-needed chat!
It was lovely. I showed her LiveJournal. She was intrigued, but wouldn't have time for it...
Saturday was the previously mentioned ice skating, SUCH a great time! I hope we can go again soon.
Later that day, I got a call from a friend I used to work with, Elliott. One of the nicest people on the planet, he said he had an extra ticket to a play Sunday night, and would I want to go? I said of course! The play was one I wanted to see, I just didn't have anyone to go with. Elliott is in his early 70's, as active as someone half his age, works part-time just to keep busy, and always has a joke on hand. He made working at a boring insurance company tolerable. By total coincidence, he also lives in the same apartment building I just moved out of. He loves animals, so he made the perfect cat-sitter for Ariel! He wouldn't let me pay for the theater ticket, or for dinner after. It's nice to have a friend like that! He caught me up on the latest gossip from the old office, since he still works there. It was a wonderful evening.
The play was called "Lobby Hero" about the late night activities in a high rise apartment building in New York City. It was a comedy with some serious subject matter, really well done.
-Juliebata

Other stuff, not so good...

And after such a nice weekend, too. I got an e-mail from Tom today. (Tom, the guy who tore out my heart and stomped it flat.) Seems he and his house-mate are having a party next weekend, and I'm invited. Well, I'm not actually invited, but he hasn't bothered to take me off his invite list for their rather frequent parties. Whenever I get one, it's like a knife through the heart. Does he know how much it hurts me to hear how much fun he's having without me? Does he really think I'd come to his party? Does he think I want to see him having a great time with his beautiful new girlfriend? I don't want to say anything. When he first broke up with me, I sent him some very intense and angry e-mails that I'm not proud of. We have not spoken for many months, but I know I'd end up saying nasty things to him if I asked him to take me off the list. I hate him. I do not want to be his friend, now, or ever. I want him to know the kind of hurt I still feel to this day. I wish everyone else hated him too. It isn't nice, and it isn't fair, but it's how I feel. I foolishly let myself fall in love with him, even though he considered me nothing more than a "friend" he happened to stick his penis into. I meant nothing to him, and he moved on before the bed even had a chance to get cold. Why does it still hurt? Why can't I stop being angry? How can I tell him to stop inviting me to his stupid parties? Would I be able to let go of this anger if a nice new person came into my life? I'm probably not ready, but I'm looking anyway. I don't know what else to do. This is probably boring, so I'll stop now...
-Juliebata