And the beat goes on. . .

i decided that Billy Joel can go to hell.  Piano Man is the most depressing song ever.  i almost drove my car into a brick wall to end it all. Jesus!

So, yeah, my boyfriend is leaving me in three months. Lucky me. Lucky me in this terminal illness i call my relationship. But, then i think of my friend who is 23 and has lung cancer, and i guess even being utterly slone is not so bad. Lonliness is soul cancer. And i am feeling it already. Like whispers of the bomb.

But i have a good job. im in school.

Maybe i will go to London soon. Or maybe pull a Simon and Garfunkle and set off to look for America.

i am going to join curves and maybe someday be a  hot bitch and someone may, maybe, not likely but maybe might want me again. Yeah, right.

Randall Fairbrook, when are you coming to Tucson? Priscilla– i am still sorry i missed our lunch date! Maybe on my next visit? Bruch!

Damn You Billy Joel.

To be continued. . .