Released from the grips of Jesus.

Released back into independance. Above my king bed is a cheesy monet rip-off instead of jesus. I can do what I want without having to listen to endless negativity...

I'm back. In the city, in the job, in the tour. I even saw B today for the first time since before xmas. He has gained weight and has an aweful haircut. His age was showing. I wasn't attracted to him. But damn, I looked good. I couldn't look him in the eye. I have one more week of seeing him and then never, ever again. His life is his girlfriend. That's life.

I really, really want a home, now that I have inherited some great furniture, irreplaceable jewelry and have a great place I want to live and will feel satisfied. And I think I will be satisfied here, but will I? I may never get a chance to find out.