my neighborhood

my neighborhood. mine. not someone's who used to poo-poo Brooklyn.

I should not have to deal with seeing my ex on the train in the morning on my way to work. Especially on the train that I only go 2 stops on! I was reading my book and all the sudden I felt someone unusually close to me. Awkward. Awkward hug. She is just so awkward.

"Actually, you live closer to me than your sister. C told me..."

WHAT?!?! How do you know where I live? Why do you care where I live? I am living with my pickle, have moved on, and I want you out of my life and my neighborhood!

I am mad at C for telling her where I live and telling her she is coming this weekend. We better not have to hang out with her. C will get a good talking to. I will not hang out with her. Goddamn it, why is the young lesbian/Smith/Park Slope world so efffing small!!!!!!!!