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And There’s A Hand My Trusty Friend

YBJ rang today and is planning on spending New Year's Eve here in Cleveland with David and myself. His lady friend will be joining us as well, and I for one, couldn't be more excited. I didn't get to spend Christmas with any of my immediate family members (except for David), and it hurt a little.

Especially since this was our first holiday (Christmas) without my Step-Dad.

This is a photo from my 2002 NYE with YBJ (our last one together):

This year we're doing it again. I cry a little each New Year's Eve. This year, there will probably be a few more tears than usual, but for good reason.

Happy 2009 to each and every one of you.


Today, In Photos

Don't Tell Me Who To Love

Access Denied

Remember that Cleveland Cavalier who turned down my request for a fan photo I wanted to mail to YBJ? It's OK, really. I can now understand why he was so apprehensive. At least he was polite about it.

Which is more than I can say for myself by posting this.
(Thanks, Hunk Du Jour!)

Holiday Lights, Downtown


This Friday marks three weeks since my Step-Dad died. Not a single hour goes by without me thinking of him. I called my Mom earlier this evening claiming "there's got to be more than this" and I still wonder. I still wonder.

I still wonder.

Some days are better than others.

Some days I break down while tying my fucking shoes.

There has got to be more than this. Birth, life, death.

There just has to be more.