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Can you believe it? We made it through that awful stage . . . became friends again, briefly lovers, then friends again and right at the moment when we coulda been lovers again (as recently as July of this year), it imploded, right before our very eyes (or, more to the point, our qwerty phones).

Can you believe it? I still miss him.

Back in the Saddle

Boy howdy. What a two years this has been . . .but I won't bore you with all of the details. Let's just say that a complete physical breakdown and a thowing in of the towel was diverted at the last moment by the magical arrival of a dream job (i'm keeping my fingers crossed until all the i's have been dotted and the t's crossed). All I can say at the moment is that I feel like I'm starting over, I'm hoping that the life I'm staring to live (a life I've been diligently trying to construct for myself) actually comes together here as it is one that nourishes my introversion, thus, gives me the sustenance to carry on and get outside of myself. Or something like that.

I'll keep you posted.

Miss Intro is . . . so very, very relieved

but a bit sad, as well. I guess the little soul decided that I wasn't a good match, after all.

This time

it seems different. Some random boy, no strings attached, no heartache, no betrayal, no anger. So, this time, it's just me and the little soul that decided to attach itself to me.

Miss Intro is . . . dumbfounded

Here we go, again.

Over and over again

I heard that little voice today. It said: "You have everything you need. You have everything you need. You have every little thing you need."

What a lovely, lovely realization. Happy Thanksgiving!

a couple of my favorite pics

Thailand, 2001ish