Happy New Year…yeah, right. I am officially a failure. I am leaving Durham to go back to Cincinnati next weekend. I just couldn’t hold everything together financially and am running back to the shelter and relative safety of an evil corporation. Yikes!!! What it all comes down to in the end is that I don’t seem to have a grasp on what it takes to be a grown-up. So, I’ve decided to give up trying to be one. I am who and what I am and even though Madonna seems to be able reinvent herself every year or so, I don’t have the Knack, Sharona. School and a degree are still on the table for Fall 2003. My daughter is still showing signs of being worse for the wear from this past year’s drama. I am still trying to love her out of it and will hope for the best. My hot flirtation with my old boyfriend, who will be called flyboy from here on out, is on hiatus for the moment courtesy of George W. Bush. Flyboy is currently leaving for the nameless back of beyond we know as the “potential hot spot”. Godspeed and good luck. I did however meet, in a manner of speaking, a psycho-in-training online. Yes, I was smart and kept my distance, but man, I’m telling you, desparation is simply not attractive…This guy turned from casual friend to possible cyber-stalker in the course of one evening. Anyway, no more of that for me. I’d rather be isolated from the opposite sex forever than go through that again……Again, I’m issueing the “kick my ass and make me post” challenge to anyone out there. I don’t belive anyone ever reads this, so shift my paradigm and e-mail me.
