Dear Life,

Why are you so fucking crazy? Only me, I swear to G.

Picture it:

Boyfriend drops me off. We make out. Put on a show for the car behind us, but we don't care. Walk away from the car with bags in hand and goofy, residual Mary Tyler Moore smile plastered on my face. Look up to see...the dreaded ex-factor entering the airport. We have awkward run-in considering we haven't spoken for months but have been talking mad shit. Head on confrontation. In the fucking airport. I was ill-prepared and taken aback. You made it unavoidable. You bitch, you.

WTF,
A