Today I had the incredibly traumatic experience of running into my second-last significant EX, on campus.  We haven't dated for three years or so and I thought..hey...I'll say hi! 
So I caught up with him and tapped him on the back and in a teasing voice, I said, "hey stinky!", (a name which my brother and I use as a term of affection).  To which he replied, "Did you just call me stinky?".  When I nodded, the smile falling from my face, he said "Well you can just fuck right off then."

Oh, the memories that came rushing back in that instant!  Honestly, I really know how to pick em, don't I?  Jesus Christ, some people are just born to be assholes.  Mind you, knowing ahead of time that he was an asshole should have prepared me for being forced to face his dickheadedness.  Alas, love truly is blind.  I guess the only consolation I have after being told to fuck right off, is that I got myself and my baby away from influences like that.  I won't actually SAY that I hope he gets his....but I'm thinkin' it.  

Karma hits you tenfold.  I suppose, after all that has been said and done between us, tenfold means that he's gonna starve to death after trying to consume his own arm, while pinned under a gigantic pile of freshly laid elephant shit.  Then he'll REALLY be stinky.  Hee hee hee.  Then he'd be the one armed stinky dude and you could talk to him but he wouldn't have a thing to say and that would be nice, wouldn't it?  But you wouldn't be able to breathe through your nose because the stink lines would stab you through the head and you'd die of stink exposure. 

That's funny and makes me smile real big.  :)

Oh, my!  Such emotion!  Well, he can still push my buttons, that's for sure. Such a nice addition to my Friday, don't you think?  I guess I'll think twice about laying my head on the chopping block next time.

Ah, some things will never change.