God, I wish moving day would hurry the fuck up and arrive. 8 more days!

I spoke to Andy last night. He’s really happy. He says it’s beautiful and that there are so many stores; everything’s cheaper, including a movie theater with current movies that only cost a buck. He also says that even though Phoenix is a huge city, it’s spread out so you don’t feel claustrophobic. He says maybe I’ll be out there sooner than I think and says he misses me. I miss him, and Donna sounds really nice. I had spoken to her here before Andy left. Her mother, Diane, sounds nice, too. He says there are tons of singing contests and that, no doubt, talent agents go there, and there are 22 gay bars. Can you imagine 22 gay bars?

I’m so psyched to move, but wanting to be what I want to be means I’m gonna need to get out of the area in a few years. I don’t want to ever have to say goodbye to Kim, either. Or Steve. Steve sounds really eager to check out Deerfield for himself, too, after I told him all about it.

Kim’s so in love with me. I mean, really. She told me how she had another wet dream about me, but she really is sincere and true, straight from the heart. Even though I’m not sexually attracted to her, she’s so right as a person. That’s the way it always works. Sexual attraction may be forbidden, but no more settling! I’ve done that for 25 years. If not getting someone who I’m both attracted to inside and out means being alone, I’ll be alone. Plus, why get what I want for just 2 or 3 weeks?