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Tuesday, October 7, 2003
5:59:15 AM PDT
Hearing Cirque du Soleil Varekai Soundtrack

B.I. #48 09-03


"> B.I. #48 09-03
    Santa Cruz, CA

Q.
I realize this is the first time I've seen my ex since she moved out last year. I know I missed another one of your performances this past weekend. I know I [hesitates] told you I hadn't been in contact with her before now. But I don't consider a few phone calls to be "contact"...!

Q.
Well, the 84-minute conversation was...it was frosty. It was really distant and cold. She told me about her trip to Thailand and how she stayed in some shee-shee resort hotel and took pictures with elephants.

Q.
No, she doesn't know about you.

Q.
You know you have a way of turning your insecurity into an accusation against me. Everything becomes something about you; how you've been hurt; how I've made you feel bad.

Q.
Okay. I know I stormed into your house and broke up with you when your best friend was visiting from Southern California and I broke up with you again after I failed to notice that your mother was talking to me because I got all...engrossed in watching tv in Long Beach! I know I told you I'd love to be supportive of you for your triathlon. And I really wanted to, but are you telling me I'm not justified in not feeling like going in the end?? I know I refused to go on the holiday train ride with you and your friends. I know I didn't do anything for Valentine's Day. And, yeah, ok. I skipped out on the Halloween get-together, too. But, can you see why I wouldn't feel like doing any of this?? Can't you understand why I would be angry?

Q.
Yes, I know you feel terribly misunderstood. But, can't you see how difficult things might be for me??

You don't love me, you neeeed me. I have no [exhale] kindness [pause], compassion [pause], or understanding left for you. We're a trainwreck. I'm leaving. I'm not kidding, and no, I'm not sorry.



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