Distance

I've got a picture of Kate Moss on my desktop right now. Yes, it looks good. No, I don't have any idea what I'm trying to prove, nor to whom. But sometimes its better to just try a bunch of new shit for awhile until the next right thing comes along.
Either that or wait.
What that has to do with my desktop is this: I'd probably be too ashamed to actually let it stay that way if/when someone came over. I find random pictures of people on desktops to be coarse. Lack of imagination. But for me, right now, horny as I am, sure, and why the fuck not?

No girlfriend to give me shit about how she doesn't compare, or worse, snidely remark about how I'd never get it. Or the worst, to look on and feign indifference, all the while plotting her revenge. Fuck that shit. Which brings me to my point: I am in a tazmanian devil mode.
This is my first summer in...9 years without Justine. 9 fucking years. 9. YEARS. Fuck, its only been about 9 months since we last saw one another. In that time, a lot has changed. I've made choices. Some bad. Some really bad. At least I'm still alive; big bonus: I am still pursuing my happybliss.