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As soon as I felt like I got my legs under me in a new place, Sixx dumped me – three weeks after I’d moved. We’d made a plan to make it work, and apparently it’s just not enough for him. So in lieu of talking shit, or feeling sorry for myself, I’m trying to just work on me. Which sucks, honestly. But I go to the gym twice a day, I binge on Glee (an improvement, since immediately after it happened I watched nothing but the saddest Grey’s Anatomy episodes over and over for a week. Not kidding.), and I’ve made some friends. My life can’t stay good for very long – there are a lot of health problems going on in my family and I feel like I’m just waiting for a call to go back north.
So, that’s what’s been going on. I’m not delving into shopping sprees, but I’m alsot not hoarding my cash. (I will be soon.) Money has been spent on moving and furnishing and plane tickets and gas.