Snag in one of my new life goals: Turns out you can’t block an email address unless you have an existing email from the person you’re blocking.
It’s been maybe 6 months since I apparently VERY thoroughly deleted all that in an attempt at mental feng shui.
It’s also been about 6 months since this was even an issue, so I probably don’t NEED to do it. I was just going for a Rachel-Green-style “And THAT, my friend, is what they call CLOSURE.” (I realize that’s a bad metaphor; that turned out a lot differently than this is likely going to.)
And there was comfort in the idea, because there wouldn’t be anymore worrying about letting my guard down when checking email — let’s be honest, stupidly half-hoping I’d ever be worth more than a drunk-texted apology at 3 a.m.
I’d have disappeared, so my brain could be all, “WHAT?! Come at me, bro!” [/Jersey]
Alternately: “Nyah, nyah, you can’t get me!” [/inner child]
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