I was training a new employee today and we were both on break, fiddling around with MySpace when I decided I wanted to see if my ex boyfriend Mike was on here.  Not only was he, but he had a pic of himself up that was back from when I dated him (10 years ago) and basically was doing the exact same thing as 10 years ago. Same music, same scene, same friends. Seeing him was weird. Apparently I hadn't had enough weirdness, because I decided I wanted to go look up other exes. It got me thinking about how people fundamentally don't change. While their circumstances, details and situations do, they really don't. Mike was still a dumb shitbag. The other exes were still pretty much the same people.

A lot of people have talked to me about Katrina lately. I started thinking about how I felt and realized I didn't really feel anything. I wonder if by leaving New Orleans, I ran from the way I felt. Sometimes the powerful disconnection I feel is more intense than anything else.