Nannette invited me to go to Mexico in Aug. and/or Oct. My God, I want to go. We'll see.
I adore my friends. I'm so happy to have good news to share with them for a change.
It's too bad I'm not independently wealthy and have to find a job. I could totally get used to a life of leisure. I'm trying to enjoy it while I can...
I was starting to get the impression that every time someone left my house I'd never see them again. Perhaps this is not true after all.
I have come to adore the words: "I'm not afraid. I'm not running away."
I'm going wine tasting in Sonoma on Saturday with a friend who is likely moving away.
I have new reasons to master the art of making rice pudding.
It seems this job I interviewed for is actually interested in me. Perhaps I will find some sort of employment somewhere after all and not have to start the blow-job drive through that J. and I discussed or the Tenderloin work that Y. and I have been planning for years. That's good. I'm horrible in high heels.
The words "I miss you" have never sounded so good.