August 5, 2007
Philly Blue Eyes called again. He sounded inebriated. He sounded sleepy, slurring his speech. He wanted to hear my voice. He wanted to tell me he missed me. He was wondering how I was doing. Fine. Fine. Fine. Why canít he get used to the idea we are not going to get back together. My life is so peaceful right now. I love having my own space. I love not having to deal with all his drama. I love being able to have any company I choose over to my place. By God, I am not sharing my space again!