Well... what's new, what's new, where to begin. My car got broken into the other night. My labtop, gps, blue tooth, 200 dollars, and ipod got stolen. So i've lost my novel, my voice, my finances, my music, and my sense of direction. lol

Sigh, to quote a friend "Courtney if you didn't have bad luck, you wouldn't have luck at all." She is so right. -_-

And yet, despite all that things look up. Every bend in the road brings a new adventure, or a new heartbreak, and no not romantically speaking. I found my baby! My beautiful red tailed boa that had went adventuring in my apartment for the past month and a half.

I feel lost right now, and I felt this way before those pettey material things got stolen. But now I truly, severly feel this painful sensation of misdirection in my life. I'm not able to focus on any man, I can't bring myself to care. To give two shits about any of them. The only thing remotely close to 'liking' someone would be pent up sexual frustration, which believe me, isn't and shouldn't really be an issue because I'm not having any trouble with a consistent sceduale in that department.

I've realized something about myself that is scary. The love I truly believed in, the love I gave everything for wasn't love at all. But isn't that always the case. I'm enamored with the feeling of love, not the person.

~Claudia