I ran into an ex-boyfriend on the streets of Chicago today. I had no idea that he was in Chicago still and I found out (by glancing down at his hands because it seems my new obsession is trying to find a ring on the finger of every guy I meet) that he is married. Married?! Now, this guy is nothing better then an asshole. He is what would be considered, in all cultures and languages, a tool. So, the question I pose is…How is this jackass married and I am not?!

It isn’t as if I want to be hitched, but I don’t even have a prospect in line…so how has he managed that nonsense? I mean really…

I take comfort in the fact that I am an all around better person then he and that while I am basking in the glory of a wondrous afterlife, he will probably rotting in H-E-L-L but that does not solve the problem at hand.

I am perplexed and will post something more interesting later on in the day.

Italian Phrase of the Post (it has been awhile…I swear I will start this again!) :

That is a beautiful diamond ring
“ciò è un bell'anello di diamante”

Yes, I will marry you
“sì, la sposerò”