What you take won't kill you but careful what you're giving...

So I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for my flight to Milwaukee tomorrow....the plan is to rest and relax with my best friend and not think about boys or boyfriends or cheating or lying or moving out (in a couple of weeks) or grad school or ANYTHING THAT AGGRAVATES ME....I want to just focus on myself.

Fat chance when the OTHER ex-boyfriend also has a Twitter account that I infrequently stalk. The following conversation ensued:

Paul's tweet: Something's on fire down here in west Berkeley. Fire trucks everywhere and it's quite hazy. Anyone know what?
my tweet: Clever diversion with that tweet....be honest, did you set something on fire??
Paul's tweet: Nope, but I did see someone get out of a traffic ticket when the cop blasted off to deal with the fire. Maybe they set it.

The joke is that Paul is a bit of a pyromaniac...no, seriously...he loves setting stuff on fire and playing with fire...and at one point, he was fire breathing with his friends for a few laughs...anyway, I thought the conversation was over...but then I get a random text from him 8 pm last night while I'm watching a movie with Dan:

Paul: When you come visit, I will introduce you to the best Tiki bar around. Killer drinks.

Wow....Paul never, EVER texts me...even when we were dating...I fired back:

me: Sounds like a plan!

If you've been reading this journal, you know that I'm spending the weekend at Paul's apartment next month...alone...about the best/worst idea I've ever had...I plan to be single by then...

Paul: The bartender is a world class mixologist and my particular friend. ;)

I hope to be drunk....real drunk.....super drunk...like so drunk that fucking him won't be a problem...that it will actually sound like a good idea. I know that when he gets plastered, he always comes back...I think the last two times we got back together in college were all dependent on how much alcohol both of us had drank. Sad, really...but whatever....I'm just not going to expect anything from him. Because as soon as I hinge myself on what a boy is promising me or offering me, I get into it...my heart falls for it and then I get squashed.

me: Gotta love that kind of hook up. Haha! It'll be August before you know it.

Let's see how this pans out. I'm 2 for 2 on the "Operation Bone All My Ex Boyfriends" plan...but I'm 0 for 2 on the "Don't Let Them Get a Piece of Your Heart" plan.