Yes, Zan, it IS normal to want to hump anything that moves,(that means my girlfriend), consume multiple bags of Nacho Cheese Bugles and bawl incessantly about friends you haven’t seen in months and some which you don’t care of ever see again. (If you are my friend and reading this, that was not directed at you). I have listened to Elton John love songs all week and had a burning desire to relay the depths of meaning within “Blue Eyes” and “Can You Feel the Love Tonight.” It is getting dangerous.

The truth of the matter is, I really am a bit homesick lately. I adore my girlfriend and she is the center of my little world, but sometimes I do miss California and the familiarity of my life out there. Of course, that life out there, filled with Techno circuit boys and an abundance of substances worthy of 12 step programs. It was fun. It was fun to run around and be young and who cares if I jump into a Pier 1 Imports dumpster and search for lost treasure? I have a group in the car to back up why it is perfectly ok.

My life has completely changed, and this hormonal dysfunction is not helping matters. I want to lie around and dream of the old times that I didn’t think were so great at the time, and wonder where my life is now.

Hold that thought, my Bugles are calling...time for me to ponder this a bit more.

My life is incredibly better. I wish for my friends, and wish for our good times, but hell, they are only a plane ride away. What I have with truth is so much more than I have ever had back in California. My friends were amazing, but to have someone who loves you wholeheartly, who adores your every being is far better than a ginger Peach candle from a dumpster. Come, on, is there any comparison? I am, for the first time, truly in love with someone, someone who I recently committed myself completely to, and I am truly all the better for it.

And part of this love is understanding. She is probably the only one who has ever been able to face my hormonal dysfunction, and still love me for it. I do not have to hide with my snack cakes in the proverbial closet anymore. I can come out of the closet, open my heart and accept love. She still loves me with my quirks, my sadness, my elation, and even my spontaneous nature for trouble. Truth is just that…my truth…my love. Aww. Cute, isn't it?

I can miss home, watch Bridges of Madison County, eat senselessly, cry into my pillows, and she will accept me for it. I guess that is what love really is. Someone truly loves you when they can love you through the harder times. So, I guess my point here is to thank you, Truth. Thank you for loving me. If only you knew how much I love you too honey.

Maybe this summer, we can go out and visit friends out in California, and maybe, right now, we can hit the Dairy Queen. ::wink:: ooh, and maybe Pier 1. There is something you have to try down there... Honey, where’s my Midol?