That last entry was supposed to look a lot better but the html work on this website has always been a bit screwy.

Katy Perry makes a lot of sense. Even though her lyrics are simple, they're so very true. In my years as a Southeast Texan, I have survived four major hurricanes. When she says "After a hurricane, there's a rainbow," she's not lying.

Summer 2010 was chaotic, like a hurricane. I left the former love of my life who was on the fast track to being easily one of the most successful people to ever graduate from PN-G to fall in love with a 20-year-old high school dropout who works at Lowe's. Thomas is the only thing I've ever gone with my gut on. And I am so glad that I did.

Yeah, I miss Austin. I miss being in his life. I miss talking to him and I wish more than anything we could laugh about how stupid the Americanized Top Gear is going to be on the History Channel. I miss being able to call him at anytime and just see what he's up to.

The things I don't miss?

Not feeling like a priority in his life. Not feeling comfortable in his house. Not being able to kiss him in front of his family. Not having anything to do at his house because he didn't like to watch TV and was much more concerned with playing on the computer and Internet. I don't miss not being able to party when I want. I don't miss not being able to mack on girls if I want. I don't miss not having someone sleep with me in my bed every night.

Am I saying that my and Thomas's relationship is perfect? No way. But we communicate. He knows when I've had a bad day. He holds me when I'm cold. He wakes up at 3 a.m. to let me under the covers and tell me "I love you baby" before he drifts back off to sleep. He tells me I'm beautiful and that he loves me unprovoked everyday.

I'm not saying that Austin was a bad boyfriend. He was wonderful.

But he wasn't it. Thomas might be. I'm not sure. But I'm very excited to find out.