15 Jan 2008 ›  9:10am

Well, it finally happened. Ali left Jule. She’s camping out at my place for awhile until he vamooses with his crap. Some would say that the hard part is over. But I personally believe that the aftermath, with all the sifting through the mundane detritus of a failed relationship is somehow worse. I’m talking the separating of the cd collections, the returning of the keys, the re-embracing of activities you’ve long abandoned – like bathing or shaving your legs.
Anyway we are having a good time with our little slumber party pad. The timing could not have been better, since Bloke is away and I have nothing but free time to focus on Ali. Last night we did the total cliché face mask, home-pedi, pillow fight (just kidding) thing. Then we played light s a feather stiff as a board until Ali passed out and I put her hand in a pitcher of warm Mojitos.