the air smelled of kitty litter when i drove over the bridge with my window down this evening

I saw my new psychologist today. The first one didn't have a chance at unraveling my mess and making sense of my psychology, shit. I think it's because she was female.
This new guy, Dr. Frank. He's  the dopest little Santa Buddha to ever roam Tacoma. Our minds blend well. I've always adored Buddhism and to be able to talk to someone who thinks like me was awesome. We had a great conversation about sexual activity amongst teenagers.

My ex took me out to dinner tonight. Ice cream too, damn. I got mint chocolate chip  because it reminds me of my dad. Hmph. Ex is such an icky title. Ex... Extinct, Exiled, Executed, Exited out of. I don't think of him like that at all. More like... Experience, Example, Expectation. It's cute how we remember the little things about each other. Funny how his laugh became instanly familiar as soon as I heard it and how it still gives me little butterflies. I can still decide what laugh he's going to use as soon as he puts his head down and smiles; ahhh for when he's embarrassed, huh-huh-huh for when he sees someone getting hit in the face, and mmm hmhmhm when I do something cute. I can replay it in my head. All of them. I like to pretend that mmm hmhmhm replays the loudest so that I can say I must be real cute. I think that huh-huh-huh is probably the clearest though. It's crazy how someone can get to know you.

We were driving around aimlessly after failing to locate the Thai place so he said, "Just pick wherever you want". I freaked out because I didn't know what to do. I hate making decisions. I said "You know I can't make decisions." and when anybody else would have argued with me over the restaurant, Chris wouldn't talk until I pulled in somewhere. Made me do it on my own and that's what I needed.
Okay, time for these thoughts to become internal.