make new friends, and fuck the old.

i've been busy...isn't that always my excuse? me and big are done. so, now the only big in my life is the one that started my nickname. why are we over? well, once a whore, always a whore, and i don't mean me.

enough about that. i have been having a blast. back to living the single life, getting free dinner and drinks because i can. i love being with someone, but i am better at being sans-boyfriend. after this fiasco, i plan to wait quite a bit before i start dealing with someone else's issues (the next won't have any, hopefully). so, for now, there shall be stories, there shall be friends, there shall be boys, and there shall be late night booty calls. be prepared my friends. i think we've all come to love this mess that is my life.

new friends:

 marcy - met at gloss, a fellow troublemaker, my partner in crime.

honey badger - bartender/dj/manager at commissary, he also puts the bad in honey badger. 

happy ending - roommate of marcy's err...friend...butt-buddy...whatever? understands my need for a good back massage, good wine, and good food. i can talk to this man about everything.

bmx - pro bmx-er,  i've been welcomed into the family already, 31 (i think that will be important in the short, or long, run)

rondog - not new but our relationship is slowly starting to mend itself, best friend since 14, still with that stupid girl, aging before my eyes. 

i'm sure more will be added to that list soon enough.