The Art of Regret

Once (ha once) I did something really bitchy and childish, something I actually regret. I suppose some would say I regret it for the wrong reasons, however without knowing the full story just trust that all is well now.

Anyhoowhatsit and without getting into the whole back story, I ended up being really fed up and angry with my ex.  I guess this was back in about 2002?  Maybe earlier, maybe 2001?  Anyway I was TOO old to behave the way I did.  Long story medium, I ended up throwing out this book he really liked, just to get at him.  That book was this:

and honestly? It was an AWESOME book, one that I really liked. It had truly glorious pages in it, like these:

I've been trying to find a new copy for myself and man...it's fairly expensive in good shape for the most part.

Totally what I deserve. Well no, I suppose what I deserve is to buy a copy and then give it to him.

Nah.