Am I nerd now that I've started a blog?

So here I go... jumping into the world of blogging.  I will happily admit that I have been thinking of writing down all my gripes, complains, adventures, glory's and mistakes for some time, but, like all my other super great ideas, I put it in the wayyyyy back, behind men and booze, oh, and work.

So why have I suddenly taken up with my computer on a cold Wednesday night, while I sit in front of some horrible TV show that my roommate is DVRing (and I don't have a clue how to change it without messing the whole system up)? Well, let me start by saying that today is February 15th, and my boyfriend and I broke up on February 13th. Um, yeah.

Not that I entirely care that we ended our 1 1/2 year relationship the day before Valentines day, but there is a part of me that is like "What the actual fuck?!?". I throw in the "actual" to really stress my point. Is my life some horrible sitcom? Are my friends the audience that laughs on cue? God help me, I really hope not. But really, who does this happen to? I'm such a cliche. "Lonely and single girl, broken up with (not dumped, thank you very much) the day before Hallmark's biggest card selling day". Gross

Before you start to feel bad for me, I have to stress that this is the forth, ahem, yes, FORTH, time that this exact situation has occurred. On one hand, I'm like a fish who forgets every 5 seconds and doesn't remember that this SAME EXACT SITUATION has happened already. Apparently I like being punished, and not in a weird, sexual way. Do I like being heartbroken? Lord knows it took me five years to get over my last serious relationship, but we'll address that at another time. On the other hand, I actually love this idiot. Even though he is emotionally retarded, drinks too much, is a grump, I love him. I can be me around him, and that in itself is quite an accomplishment. I mean, I'm not one to shy away from showing my true colors, but not to many people know the 100% me. I like to have a little mystery about me, you know, let my true November baby qualities shine through (YAY Scorpios! Crazy, loyal, beautiful women!) but with him, I was totally me, and he accepted it. Well, actually, maybe not since we are now broken up. Sad. Sigh. Tear.

This man has made me laugh, cry, scream, jealous, love, and get off, and I don't want to see him go. But what's a girl to do? I learned from the last train wreck,  6 year relationship what NOT to do, and that means chase this drunken fool around this town making a fool of myself. Not this time. This time I'm letting him go. And although I do feel sad, and I do miss him, it's like, really? Grow up already. I'm not asking for a princess cut diamond engagement ring ( notice that subtle hint? that's for my future Mr.), but I am asking for him to love me the way I love him. And I deserve that. I also deserve a cocktail, but apparently I have a cold, and only 2 days to recover before Saturday (night).

I really need to figure out this TV situation... I need some Housewives immediately (I don't care if I have to watch a repeat, where are my girls?). Night Kids...