moving home

there are lots of issues with moving home. moving in with your parents (temporarily!), finding work, confronting your past... last night while talking to an old friend i was reminded why i can never ever go into the k-mart here. the story goes like this:

i dated a guy for a couple years when i was younger. he was a selfish bastard so i broke up with him. i know it took me awhile, but such is my life. we've already established my tendency to attract losers (present company excluded). he thought the break up was just a phase and that i'd be back. he continued to hold onto hope so i had to take drastic measures. the idea came to me in a drunken stupor - have a friend call him pretending to be an ex-girlfriend and tell him she had herpes and she wanted to let him know so he could get himself checked out. so, the plan went down and i suppressed the giggles till the call was finished. within 5 minutes he called me back, telling me the story and wanting to know exactly what this "herpes" thing was. so i schooled him in the knowledge of Sexually Transmitted Diseases and told him he should have himself checked out. two days pass and he calls to let me know he went to the local clinic and the bastards told him that if he had not displayed symptoms by now he was not infected. damn them straight to hell for foiling my plans. time passed and i started boasting to friends... mutual friends... about what i had pulled. this mutual friend thought it best to tell the ex what i had done to set his mind at ease. damn him too. the ensuing confrontation was the last communication i had with him. apparently he still loved me and this was it for him. i guess the fact that i broke up with him 5 months before was not good enough.

so now you all know why i cannot enter the k-mart (he's probably still there in the shoe department). why would i go there anyway when wal-mart has the lowest prices? always.