Momma always said I had the best taste in friends...

I’m done.

It’s official.

I am completely tired of the heap of flaming shit that is left of my doorstep on a daily basis. Not literally, mind you.

As many of you have noticed, the past few weeks have been a roller coaster of mood swings for me – happy one minute, angry the next, sad a moment later. I have been deep in meditation for a while dissecting my thoughts trying to pin point the problem. My initial theory for my emotional lashes was due to my fears of getting older since my birthday was around the corner. Please, that wasn’t it – I know I will always be a 12 year old at heart. I then guessed it was from me not getting laid enough. Nope, check again – I get ass a plenty. Then all of a sudden it became clear to me on my drive home after work last night – the source of my depression is due to the fact that I have no real friends here in San Diego. The majority of people who associate with me and claim “friendship” status are bullshitters extraordinaires. I am fed up with people who make plans with me and cancel or never show up... people who say "I totally want to do that", but can’t because of funds, but they are clubbing it just about every weekend spending money that is supposedly non-existent... people who were friends with both Timofy and I, and now will no longer contact me for whatever reason they have – as one person I saw out at a bar recently told me “well, I didn’t invite you because I invited Tim” – typical social crap after a break up. I really cannot wait until I move out of here and start all over again. I will be in a new city, with new people, making friends that will meet Whip, not Whip who has a boyfriend. Being in a relationship and making friends can be tricky. People love playing sides, but their true colors show through eventually. Now I know not to waste my time with these fools any longer. My energy will be focused on what is important to me – continuing to explore my connection with Woods, working things out with Timofy, and keeping close contact with my real friends and family. I am very fortunate to have the friends I do... even when they are 415 some odd miles away.

Music helping me out of my funk and shooting me back into original “Whiplash Lopenski” mode: “Pot Of Gold” by Juliet.