I've been having the most wonderful time here, and I had a kickass weekend. Do you know how truly great it is to actually go out with friends? Just parade around and look at stuff and have nice, clear, windy, beautiful days?

It was so cool, and I hadn't done it in such a long time. And I bet no one will ever forget the bigass snowbear someone was driving around the city.

Kudos to Jess and Mike, thanks for taking me out.

So Samsarra just made me realize both our blogs are now a year old. Wonderful. So I'm still writing, and still making remarkable little sense.

Eh, don't get me wrong, I'm actually in a good although annoyed mood.

Heh. I'm just skimming through what I was writing about exactly one year ago, and lookit this:

Please babe, let's not have sex just for my sake. I'd rather not have it. I feel humiliated. I feel rejected. If you don't want to have sex with me anymore, you should tell me and then we'll take the necessary steps (and I don't know what those might be, because although I love you very much, I don't know if I can live with a man whom I want and doesn't want me back).

Can you say oh yeah? Seems I now know what the necessary steps are.

Though, I don't feel bitter anymore. I had a long talk with Miranda, and she made me see things I hadn't considered.

How he took care of me when I was sick, how he took care of me when I was so depressed I couldn't even get out of the bed.

He took care of me; I took care of him. I guess I can call it even now.

I'm relieved. I don't want to resent him.