Oh yeah, I broke up with Fiona today… a process that was far less emotionally taxing than I figured it would be. One of the great things about dating your bizarro-twin for a year and a half (Bizarro in the sense that she’s a female version of myself, not because she’s an evil version of myself) is that you’re almost always thinking the same thing. Breakups are a breeze! Everybody has the same complaints and nobody can be bothered fixing them. The final result? We’ve talked more tonight than we have in the last 2 weeks collectively, and we’re both happy about it.