This whole ::relationship:: thing is still new and confounding to me. Sometimes I revert to acting like a child without meaning to or realizing the damage I'm causing at the time. It drives me crazy to feel so out of control. I recently got back in touch with an ex, Michelangelo, in order to make Rob jealous, because Rob received a few drunk texts from a girl he once slept with (whose entrails, frankly, I would like to mangle). I thought that if the tables were turned and he knew how it felt for one of his girlfriend's ex-lovers to contact her at midnight, he might reconsider staying friendly with this other chick. Unfortunately, I failed to consider that the reasons Michelangelo and I stopped talking in the first place might still be present between us, no less so for the time that's passed since we last spoke. So. As anyone with any relationship experience would expect, my plan backfired. Long story short: I let my immaturity turn me into a controling, freakazoidal bitch -- not only in Rob's eyes, but also in his ex's, in Michelangelo's, and worst of all, in my own. So though I've said the necessary apologies, I still feel about an inch tall. Not that I'm ungrateful for the lesson, don't get me wrong. I just wish learning it didn't have to suck so badly.

But, I suppose that's part of Life. And so is make-up sex.