I met Wally years ago when he moved to my town. Like any bored teen, I was smitten. Wally entertained my friends and I late at night. Wally encouraged my favorite addiction.
Over the years, I continued to love Wally even though I knew he was bad. Boyfriends came and went, but always, Wally was there. Remember, he entertained, he supported my habits (and cheaply!) Wally could provide whatever I wanted at any time, and, as I started to travel, anywhere!
Recently, I decided to break off my love affair with Wally. Wally has some habits that I don't agree with. Wally was unkind to my sister. Wally and I have severely different political views.
So I left Wally and did not return. I left Wally on December 22, 2007 and didn't turn back. I decided to get my fix with the frenchman. Since the Frenchman lives far way, my fix isn't so close, and I don't indulge as often. (Sometimes it was several times a day!)
Today, I visited Wally. I didn't get my fix, I needed something else. What the fuck did I ever see in Wally?
Daddy called today. Needed money. Of course I did. At least I don't think I have to worry about him trying to move up here (not that he has suggested it, but if he isn't afraid to ask for money, what is to stop him from asking to stay for a bit?). He seemed positively HORRIFIED by the concept of snow. I like it. hee.