I love my husband. No one else could ever compare to him. No, no one is holding a gun to my head.
I could have called Eitan today. Or any day this week. Within ten minutes I could be having a wild time being mauled by a sexy bitch in the attic of some cathedral, but apparently I'd rather sit here and blog and drink tea like an old lady. I didn't return any of his calls. It's not a trial anymore. I just lost interest and tempting though it may be, I am in no mood to subject myself to that kind of confusion again. I only want one person and will accept no substitutes. It's mind-bendingly peculiar if you think about it. The retardedness I had to go through in order to find the truth and a sense of peace. Nonetheless, I stand by my foolishness and refuse to avoid living for fear of making of mistakes. God forbid someone should actually learn from them.
I don't exactly deserve a prize for coming to this conclusion. I'm just glad that I feel this way and can get back to the really important stuff, like deciding to go to circus school.
You think I'm kidding.
6:21 p.m. - 2006-08-11