I was just sitting there today, and I decided to just call someone. Well, I called Justin, and either he is ignoring me for the first time in our lives, or he was gone in Coos Bay or was with one of his gay lovers...

Anyway, the next number in line, just because I was curious, was J-J's. Or as everyone else calls him, Jeremy. Jeremy and Kristin. Kristin and Jeremy. The couple that I love the most. I never really got to say good-bye, so i figured I'd see where they were at on their long journey home. Nevada was where they were. Not even halfway to their destination of Texas. Kristin and I shit chatted for awhile, then Jeremy took over and asked me about my tits... yeah, they're fine... lol. But when we all hung up, it just completely and wholly gripped at me that I would most likely never see either of them again. I'd done it a myriad of times, but for some reason, this was the hardest seperation I'd ever been through.

Even the "seperation" of my mother and I wasn't this hard. (well, that's kinda obvious, sad but obvious.)

Anyway--It's over now. Life moves on. Maybe they'll come see everyone again. Doubtful, but there's a little hope on light there...

See you later

Rika.