What was i thinking?

I can't think of anyone in miami who is glad that i was there. oh, wait. Danny. wonderful danny. otherwise, i seem to have left behind several broken hearts and lots of hurt feelings. It's so true that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I'm so glad to be back home. back where i am me. where people know me and understand my neuroses (sp?), my intentions, my eccentricities. and where most of all i have my friends. friends for friendship's sake, not for alternative agendas that end up hurting everyone.