Back to Atlanta

So, I slept with The Ex last night. Kind of stupid on his part, really. I told him that I had probably contracted HPV from Colorado guy. I told him that I was certainly contagious at this time. I told him that if he didn't already have it he would probably get it. His response; "oh, that thing that like 80% of people have? I don't care we'll use a condom." I told him that condoms don't necessarily prevent it from spreading. Guys are kind of pathetic. I don't even know why I agreed to the sex. I just don't care I guess. It's like brushing my teeth or some other mundane task; I'm pretty apathetic towards it. At least this time he was able to get it up with very little help-that tended to be a problem in the past. While his dick was inside me I realized that I have zero feelings for this guy. At this time last year I wanted nothing more than to be with him and now I couldn't care less.

I was actually missing Colorado guy a bit which is ridiculous because I've come to realize that he's kind of a prick. He actually tried to tell me that I probably caught HPV from work (of course he did this in a shitty, degrading way). Then he mentioned his degree in physics from a well renowned school as proof he knew what he was talking about. Personal accountability isn't really his thing I guess.

I'm in my new place. It's kind of meh. I didn't realize it was in such a shitty area. My roommate told me two people got mugged at gunpoint in the parking lot last week. Nice. And my key is kind of shitty so it takes me a minute to unlock the door. I don't have a parking spot so I have to park on the street which sucks. I don't really think I'm going to work while I'm living here-too risky.

I don't want to be here (in Atlanta) anymore.