June 29, 2003 - 10:49 p.m.

The past 24 hours have been just crazy. So much has happened that I am afraid I will forget to mention something. I think I shall just start at the beginning and finish at the ending. Capital plan.

Last night Ken came over to spend the night. We did some evening hiking at a local bog. I had custody of my best friend's baby for the evening, as she wanted to spend some time with Liz bar hopping. So I had a 24 pound baby strapped to my back, and not highly a recommended situation considering I have scoliosis. But Ken was not strong enough to handle it. We got lost, and had a less than fabulous time trying to escape the bugs with a little blood left in our veins.

We got home, and I took a cool bath with the baby to ease the suffering of the heat and mosquito bites. We were having a grand time, splashing around and such, when the little shit stands up and proceeds to piss on my leg. The bath was promptly updated to a shower with a great deal of soap.

After the baby was in bed, Ken and I started to watch a movie. The phone rings a few minutes into the movie, and it is JLK calling to report she has just seen the WPOS and his new girlfriend. She is blonde.

I was at this point, obviously extremely upset, but could not outwardly display this, as Ken was sitting on my couch nervously inquiring as to what was my matter.

I lied and said it was a family problem, and I didn't want to discuss it.

I then poured myself several glasses of straight vodka, to ease the pain. After the vodka was gone, I drank wine directly from the bottle. I was pretty fucked up by the time JLK arrived to see how I was doing.

Thank god there were sober adults in the house. I was still drunk when Ken got up to go to work this morning. He changed the baby and gave him some cheerios for me.

Despite all his kindness and obvious affection for me, it was right around this point I realized that I have to get rid of Ken. He just bothers me. He is like an irritant that needs to be flushed away.

My best friend called me to update me on her and Liz's adventures of last night. The partiucular bar that happened to visit also contained the WPOS. My friend bought him a beer, and they chatted for an hour. This is the information I have received from her:

His girlfriend is only 20, and she has a 3 year old daughter.

They have been dating for seven months.

He is still stationed where we last knew him to be, but has been promoted and is now in charge of his own military ship.

He works out regularly, and has lost his beer gut.

He has a tatoo of an anchor a treasure chest.

He has switched from Marlboro Lights to Camel Lights.

He rarely drinks anymore, allowing the occasional beer with friends.

His father was suddenly hospitalized last week because he was puking blood, and the doctors found several cancerous tumors in his stomach and have removed them.

He dog died 3 months ago.

He appeared generally pleased to find me doing so well, and wants to arrange a reunion party.

A reunion party. My friends (God bless them) said that it would be fine as long as he didn't bring his grilfriend. He quickly agreed.

I will never get any peace or be able to resurrect some form of friendship if I don't get the chance to have closure. This is just what I need.

After sobering up, I went to the city, as it is both Dan's and Liz's husband's (Rodney) birthdays and we had some celebrating to do. Had a fantastic time. Spend a lot of time talking with a friend of Rod's, "T". T reads the same books I do, and enjoys the same music. We had a lot to discuss.

I left my car at Dan's house, so my best friend was going to give me a lift to go get it. We said our goodbyes and exited the party. We got down the street when she realized she had forgotten something, so we turned back. I stayed in the car with the baby while she ran in.

Liz ran to the car and pulled me out. She says that T has not stopped raving about me since we left (7 minutes prior). She said that T claimed I was "gorgeous and intelligent" and gave me the business card he gave her, with his home phone number on the back.

Yikes. Myabe I should just spend a lot of time fucking around with men. Well, that would be bad. But seeing as I was already planning on getting rid of Ken before meeting T, I shouldn't feel so guilty. But I do.

Frogot to mention that I (with the assistance of JLK) chopped off most of my hair last night in my intoxication. Probably and anger fueled incident, as I have had very long hair for years because WPOS liked it that way. So now it is gone, and it feels great. Dan had to touch it up a bit, but I love it. My head feels so much lighter and cooler. Note to self: Never allow something you don't want just because a man prefers it that way.

Don't know why I didn't do it sooner. Imagine all the money I will save in shampoo and conditioner!

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