So yeah, me and the girlfriend broke up. It's distance, people. DISTANCE. I should've learned that the FIRST time around, but no. I'm an idiot. It just wasn't working for me right now, so I guess I have some stuff to work through. Sure, I miss her but I definitely don't miss the mindfucks and long distance crap. New York is a lot further away from Vermont than I originially thought. The thing is, we still talk on the phone everyday, which I'm sure is bad for both of us. But hell, what can ya do? We'll eventually end up as friends because we have a fucking blast together, but at this point, that's all I can handle. And even that's a bit tough at times.

If anyone knows any sane gay women who live in the 802 area code, please pass my info along to them.

I'm going to my friend Elly's house for Thanksgiving, so I'm looking forward to that. Chances are I'll end up hopped up on too much turkey and god knows what else and start a fight with a tree in her backyard.

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