August 3, 2011
So what the fuck is with all this reminiscing, anyways, does this mean all the love is in the past? I can't accept that. It seems I'm stuck but I can get free, I can shake free again, I've done it before.
Though I don't know that I've been this mired before.
Anyways. Reminiscing. Pamela. Kathy, of course, always always always. Always. Alison. De Etta – how is it we didn't somehow make that work? Kelly – a wonderful woman, such a sweetie.
I've had some spectacular women in my arms.
I've just not been able to hold to any of them.