A day of beginnings

Only because I refuse to refer to some of them as "endings."

First off, today is the day Mom and Dad, ak.a. Joe and Ricky, left for their big move to Ohio. Not necessarily an ending, right? :-) They're there to start a new life, but I know it's not the end of our wonderful friendship. I'm going to miss them, yes, but I am soooo happy for them.

I should dedicate a nice blog to them.

Had dinner with RP before meeting at LL's with the rest of the dance team. AM's back--yay! I was delighted to see her join our meeting after a long hiatus.  We're jumpstarting the launch of Streak with a website, an audition and preparations for our first official gig scheduled on August 7th.

Back to RP. The more I get to know him, the more I like him.  I was glad we were able to take some time to meet up since we rarely ever get to hang out and converse without being intoxicated.  Hehe.  We had Mexican and it was his treat. How nice.

Went to the gym after I got home because I consumed waaay too much food today. From that big italian lunch to celebrate a co-worker's birthday and more carbs and fat at Salsa y Salsa. I plan on going to Fire Island this weekend and I simply CANNOT look bloated! Vanity, vanity.

Went online after the gym and got am IM from MS.  He said he understands we aren't speaking, but he was concerned about BC. First of all, I'm so sick of BC being self-destructive. He knows what he's doing to himself, clinging to a man who feels nothing for him and is taking advantage of that and now doing drugs because he can't deal just being Dom's friend.  What a crock of shit! I'm sick of it. Sick, sick, sick!  BC seems to like it when he gets his friends to feel sorry for him. I'm tired of being there for him when he refuses to take care of himself. I'm not his mother, so that's that!

More importantly, I don't care to speak to MS. After that Fire Island incident, I have lost the desire to establish any form of contact with him. I had asked Baby Sis to collect my stuff from MS's apartment because I simply do not want to see him and have to speak to him. Call me evasive, but unlike BC, I refuse to be someone's emotional doormat.

I ignored MP's message and blocked his screennames from my chat list.  That's the end of it for now.  I was compelled to compose a blog because of this.  I compiled a medley of some pertinent song lyrics into what I call a love/hate letter.  I feel better now. Door closed. No more blogs about MS.

I've officially begun to move on.