Though it is most assuredly petty, there is something strangely satisfying about finally defriending the exboyfriend you've had a hard time getting over on facebook. I cut off my ability to check in on him. Not that I did, but I liked the idea of having the option. Before I would go downtown, I'd check it, as he's the sort of person who tells his facebook everywhere he ever goes, and all about that fight he just had with you. It saved me an awkward run-in once. Back again at that satisfied, solitary place. Meditation and self-improvement are the words of the day. It has been one week and two days since my last cigarette and soda.