A week with the band.....

i have survived. for a little while there i wasn't sure if it was going to be possible. but i think this may be one of those cases where i am better off because of it. spending a week with 5 boys on a bus is never, ever going to top my list of fun things that i have done.

in the interest of avoiding scott's atttempts to see me, i ran away with my musician. i thought this was a great idea, and honestly, for the first few days it was. he was great. he was sweet, and attentive and everything i hoped he would be. it was more perhaps the lifestyle which did not agree with me. oh, and the smell. have you ever spent days on end with men who act like teenage boys in the way of hygene? in that they would prefer not to shower. gross. so i left them in montana and flew home. back to my quiet life. back to my novel. back to a porch full of flowers and packages with letters inside. 

on seeing what was there, i immediately had sadie come over and throw everything out for me. i didn't even want to touch it. it disgusted me. i hope that he has gotten it all out of his system because i do not want to even think about what i may have to deal with here. i mean, come on. get a grip.

i have decided to phone the police if he continues to harass me. a little much i would agree, but i really do not have time for this. my novel is not going to write itself....