Its 3:06am and i'm awake. and much like last night, i'm in my bed after an uneventful evening...I'm not gonna bother Ms V
anymore. i'm done having the duck conversations. am i single? Is he a duck? translation, is he a boyfriend. No. the answer is
NO. he is not a boyfriend. he probably never will be, and as his "friends" put it, the faster i get my eat head around it,
the faster we can both move on. and you know what, i Hate that conversation. I Hate talking about it now. i hate feeling I
am the only one having it. Fuck. as a matter a fact, let me just end it now. there. magic dust. done.