"There are trees in the desert since you moved out."

I just took myself out on a dinner date.

I chose the restaurant, and I'm guaranteed to get laid this evening. I just wish I could figure out how to give myself a full body massage.

So, while I'm digging into the BEST bowl of Gang Keow Wan Gai (Thai Green Chicken Curry) that I have had since leaving the restaurant, 3 years ago, Corazon called. I love good conversation, which is usually sorely lacking when one takes themselves out on a date, and Corazon delivered on that issue, as always.

Threads of conversation included the fact that she had recently blown a Jaba the Hutt sized booger out of her nose, and the need for me to help her and Tim order, when they go to eat Thai tomorrow in Pittsburgh.

I rather like being the resident Thai expert in this relationship.

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I couldn't take it anymore. Curtis breezing in and out without even a hi or bye. It tore me up. So, with many shed tears, and Kuinileti holding my virtual hand, and prodding me on to take the action that we both know is best for me. I deleted him from my IM lists with much quavering of my resolve, and quivering of my hands. His damn little IM handle won't be there any longer to fill me with false hopes, and unrealistic fantasies of civility and emotional validation. Teasing me with false illusions of friendship, and fantasized invitations to movies, or dinner, or antiqueing for the depression glass we both collect.

Nope, he won't be there any longer to ruffle my frazzled emotions.

Thank God.

Love to you.