Feeling Like A Million Bucks

Well. What can I say... I think a lot of my problem was simple sexual frustration combined with... Oh I don't know... a lot of dumb shit.

I've found a steady fuckbuddy who is really good in the sack. The sex is amazing. I've told him I'm not looking for a serious relationship but rather a friend with benefits. Its working out great. We can talk and enjoy each other's company... have great sex... and you know what? That's all I want right now.

He took me to a club on Saturday night, actually danced with me (something J would never do) and paid for everything including my gas. He knows how to show you a good time.

I'm walking on top of the world. I've got my independance, my son, money coming soon, and I'm not pissed off anymore. I truly wish J and LK the best. They need good wishes.

Fuck moving on... I've moved. Now to start putting my life together.

ps
J was wearing one of those things that look like a tobagan except knit when he brought me Brad on Sunday. HIL-Fucking-LAROUS!!!!!!!!!!

Dork.

Remind me what I ever saw in that man.