1:48 p.m. - 2002-05-04
Ready to get filthy.
My life is so much easier now. I like feeling responsible for myself alone. I know what I expect, and I have no problem with living up to it for the most part. I have a full plate of healthy relationships that are based on give and take, and they are so full of love that the reserves never seem to dissipate. I am realizing that the void that had been created was never empty at all, in fact it was filled to overflowing leaving me with an abundance of what I had always been searching for in the one place I wouldn�t find it.

The motherfucking end.

One of the things that was hard for me when Jane and I first broke up was the fact that I had no focus for my affection anymore. I would see something in a store that I thought she would like and want to bring it home, or I would hear song on the radio that seemed to be her style and want to tell her about it. My lil� sis Kaffer understood, and her suggestion was that I start putting that energy into my friends and family, and that she likes gifts her damn self in case I didn�t know.

Well it wore off before I had to go to that extent, but there is still something I miss. The thing is, I�m not likely to give Curtis a foot massage, or run a bath for A-dog and wash his hair.

Speaking of A-dog, that motherfucker has way better dreams than I do and I�m getting sick and tired of it. I dream about my damn boss telling me that I photocopied something wrong, and meanwhile he is meeting Ed Lover and watching naked female volleyball at the beach.

Tonight I am going out with the same crew as last Saturday, plus a few more including my wee lil� brother Matty-poo. I plan to get drunk again, hopefully not slapped, and celebrate my new freedom that seems to open up wider and wider with every day.

I love my friends. I love my family. I love ice-cream (!). And I am beginning to remember who the fuck I am and why I have done the things I have done. And I agree with it.

It is very reminiscent of getting out of some dirty clothes, taking a shower, and putting on fresh clean ones straight out of the dryer. Clean sheets. Clean underwear. It just feels so fucking clean.

P.S. Perfect.

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