Right now I am in the middle of a conversation with my ex boyfriend and my current boyfriend.
My current boyfriend (Let's call him "Tom") is in the middle of trying to explain why being labeled emo isn't a bad thing. I don't consider myself emo (in the stereotypical slit-my-wrists way) so I find this conversation to be kind of strange. Does he think I'm emo? And this is his way of telling me that he's ok with me being emo?
My ex boyfriend (let's call him "Graeme") is in the middle of telling me that I have a lot more going for me than I realize. Which is strange, because I always thought he suspected I was going nowhere in life but he was ok with that because he "loved" me. Also, he seems to think that I want to go to Sheridan. I don't. I would like to go to Fanshawe in London and take their chef training course. I don't know why he doesn't know this, I think I told him a million times when we were dating.
Last night I ran my parents' van into our garage because the driveway was icy. In the larger metaphor that is the world, am I the garage door or my parents' van?
Also, Tom's ex girlfriend added me on facebook (let me just put in a set of parentheses here to state how much I really despise facebook) and I don't know why she would. We've never met, what on earth am I going to put as a friend detail?!