Facebook, for all its stalking of my life, still needs a "never show me anything about this person, ever, even if it involves one of my friends" button.
My roommate wrote on my ex's wall? I don't care. My friend posted a picture of herself with my ex? I don't care. Don't show me anything that girl is tagged in. How hard is that?
I guess Facebook wants me to get over it, or something.
A bunch of my friends are visiting her for New Year's Eve, and I am not excited for the next several days being nonstop photos of how much fun they are having.
Because I am a baby.
In other news, my bag got left behind in Charlotte, so I have to go get it from the airport tonight. When I realized it wasn't on the carousel, I suddenly realized that every nice piece of clothing I own was in that bag. All of my nice shirts, my favorite pair of #####, my favorite sweater, my winter boots. Yikes.
Today, Inev does not feel like going to work. Seeing my family was too nice.