Back in Washington, friends. I smoked a joint on the quad last night. It was quite possibly the most liberating experience of my life -- to just sit on a bench, stare up at the stars, enjoy the mild breeze, and smoke a phatty.

So my ex-boyfriend mentioned me again in his LiveJournal. This is the last time I am posting an excerpt of his journal into an entry. So enjoy.

Preceding the following selection was the AIM convo I had with him about how I don't appreciate being mocked in his LiveJournal, how I don't like the way he explicitly documents his sex life, etc.

Well, as much as I appreciate his opinion (go here: http://m-w.com/ for the most precise and up-to-date definition of sarcasm), mea culpa, but I don’t think such a puerile PMS ridden rant was necessary. I don’t remember ever abrading him about his selfish, high risk, uncontrolled sex and drug abuse or the fact that he paraded it in a public forum similar to mine for 2 years. I honestly don’t get what his deal is, though I naturally have a few theories. The greatest thing though is that he probably actually anticipates that I would have the respect and decency not to write more about him or my sexual encounters in livejournal, knowing full well that he is going to read this, but au contraire mon amie. Seeing as how I’ve “been reduced to the same standards as other gay guys” I somehow don’t seem to have the maturity or grace to avoid being crass.

He then goes on to describe a recent fuck session with his Mexican boyfriend. Someone posted a comment that read 'It's obvious that you are still in love with your ex' -- and by someone, I mean me. This was his reply:

This is an interesting theory. Now let us examine all of the ways in which it is wrong.

1) While I admit that at some point I did think that I loved said ex-boyfriend, I eventually came to the realization that I actually loved some figment of my imagination that was in the image of the guy I dated our first summer together and not the real person that he had morphed into after his first year at college. (Many descriptive adjectives could be employed here to qualify this statement, but would only serve the purpose of fanning flames).

Well, I guess only one counter point was really necessary to debunk that flawed analysis of our relationship. I will thank you, whoever posted this comment, to get your head out of the sand, or if it is Toby, out of some stranger's ass, and take a step down off of that pedestal that you find so warm and comfortable.

I also recall a little snippet regarding not wanting "anything to do with this", and "bowing out;" well apparently your endeavor to be the bigger man was too heavy a burden and you collapsed under the pressure -- that only begs the question of who had a greater affect on whom?

In any case, Toby, I did appreciate our short lived time together, and I am not in the custom of burning bridges. I mean you no ill will and maybe we'll even manage to grab a bite at the Ridge some time. But in the mean time, while you are out there berating me with insults and defaming my name to everyone that you know, take a second to reflect on who is being more foolish and pathetic. Most people in my camp certainly don't reckon that I meet the criteria for this.

Defaming his name to everyone I know? Excuse me? WHAT IS GOING ON.