"These are the thngs that make me free; I feel like I'm stuck in 'Stand by Me'"

Yesterday, a momentous thing happened - Bitchboy and I decided to call it quits with our drunken encounters. A few text messages and IM's later it was decided that we are better off as friends with former benefits. Apparently he felt a bit 'wrong' afterwards. Nice. Mind you, I did say I felt weird.

Which is fine, really.

...If the heart didn't decide to suddenly form some sort of attachment to Bitchboy. 

He admitted to liking someone else (we'll call her Pixie)  - good for him. Funnily enough, the person he likes tried it on with my brother. Awkward. 

We promised to be friends. In theory, it would work but in practice it really is quite difficult. I saw him hanging around Pixie and the beating ticker within my chest cavity suddenly decided to feel like it broke into a thousand pieces - it's not a nice feeling and quite difficult to bear in an occupational environment. I'm not sure what the ticker is telling me but it sure is starting to ache and I'm pretty sure that intense jealousy is at the heart of it...

Friendships are a fickle thing. Perhaps even more fickle than the weather. Fickle is a funny word is it not?