I secretly want to be a stripper. And not just ANY old stripper, because as we know.... ANYONE can strip if they want to. A real one. A good one. A hot one. So that's what I'm going to be working on the next little while. I'll make Noke proud. Proud in a way that I could only appreciate from Noke. On a sadder note, I never got to see Guido before he took off for Israel again. He said he would be here. I waited. I called. I called again. I knocked on his door. He never responded. He never showed. And now he's gone. How much more of this am I going to take from him. Everything. Because I love him unconditionally, despite is follies and unnecessary hurt he sometimes causes me. I'm sure I've done the same- in smaller ways. Never like this, but ways none the less. I'm ready to move back to Arizona. I miss Mallory and Katie- we are going to become legends the last couple days we have together. It's going to be FANTASTIC. Some big ideas are coming together in the very near future. I miss my soul mate, and she's not answering her phone. Pop The Glock.