It has been a very long time since I've written. That's for a variety of reasons, but a significant one of those reasons is that up until recently I hadn't figured out what I was doing with myself yet, so I didn't know what to say.

But now, I think I have figured that out. At least for now. For half an hour at least.

It has been an interesting summer. Full of many ups and downs. It started out with being semi-engaged with a nice boy from Peru, and it has ended up with me setting off on my own again as a swinging-single. Well not yet. I'm still in Grand Teton, and I still have a boyfriend. But that's all going to change here very shortly.

Chloe has had enough of the expiration dating! Nevermore!! Never again!!! It hurts me every time. I have to break this pattern..I move somewhere, I meet some fabulous guy, and just when things are taking off, I leave. I've done this over and over and over again, and every time it takes away a piece of me. That's one less piece I'll never have to give anybody else, and I'm tired of it.

The most recent one is, of course, Andrew, the boy I started making out with right after breaking up with Cesar. He's pretty darn cool. I thought for a while we would be able to stay together. He's planning on staying in Jackson for the winter and skiing away the winter, and I applied to this HR job up here at the lodge. But I didn't get the HR job. They gave it to this obese catty girl who is best friends with the other girl who works in HR. What-ever. Stupid bitch.

This would all be easier if I believed in fate, or God. I could say, well, it wasn't meant to be. But I believe things just happen randomly by chance, and you're either lucky or you're not. And with this one at least, I've been unlucky.

Course I could still stay in Jackson anyway, but I don't have any real reason to, besides the boy. I would probably hate it here in the winter..they have week streaches of -40 degree weather. So I suppose it is my choice that we're breaking up. So I should be content with the bed I make. I am, of course, going to be sad, but it's not going to be anything like a repeat of the Mormon situation. I don't think it would be possible for me to be so upset about a boy ever again. Least I hope not. And besides Andrew probably WILL continue to email and call me, so hopefully we'll remain friends.

Besides, even if we're never together again, Andrew has served a very important function in my life, which is to help extricate me from an impossilble relationship. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't wanted to get in his pants? So thank you, Andrew, for that. And it's better for Cesar this way too. He's doing well, actually. He was pretty upset when I broken his wee little Latin heart. I felt pretty horrible about it, but what could I do? At least I've continued to stay in contact with him. But anyway after threatening to drop everything and move away to the mountains by himself, he managed to get a job with the cruise lines, which is what he has wanted to do for years. So now he's doing that and actually making some decent money for once. So it's good that I broke up with him when I did, or else he might not have had time to go to the job interview and all that stuff. So thank you, Andrew, again.

So, you are asking yourselves, what has Chloe decided to do next? Where will she and her girl power touch down? Well let me tell you.

I'm moving to San Francisco, woo hoo! The timing on this actually works out well, and if I believed in God, I would say that fate seems to be leading me in this direction. But I don't, so I will say that chosmic chaos is leading me in this direction.

So for a while I was thinking I would move to L.A. because my fabulous cousin Sarah lives there, and she is looking for a new roommate, but honestly I was never totally keen on this idea. And when she told me I would have to start wearing high heels if I moved down there, I balked at the idea.

Now it just so happens that my fabulous friend Carolyn, who already lives in San Francisco, is looking for a new roommate at exactly the same time that I want to be moving to San Francisco. Her current apartment is kind of a crap hole and she wants to move anyway, but the rent is month to month, so we'll probably live in the tiny crap hole for a month or two or however long it takes me to get a job and what have you (Hopefully not too long gaaagh!) and then move to a better place.

I can totally see myself living in San Francisco. Although it rains a lot I hear, it can't be anything like Seattle. Nothing can be as bad as that. Besides, it's San Francisco, and San Francisco is really cool. I think my coolness points increase just by having a phone with a San Francisco area code. Oh that's another thing -- after three years I'm finally going to get a *cell phone.* Oooho..I can just picture it now..Chloe sitting in some trendy little coffee shop, sipping a black coffee, having just come from the gym and still wearing her yoga pants, surfing the 'net on her new *macbook* (which I'm typing from right now!!) and my *cell phone* rings. Oooh..I'm going to be a grown-up at last...I'll have to get a really cool ringtone.

But I'm probably focusing on the details too much. First things first, I need to get a fucking job. This is the major stressor in my life at the moment. And boy is it a doosy. I wish I could smoke some pot...relax a bit. But what if my new job requires a drug test?? No no, Chloe must hold out a little longer.

Anyway for most of you on this list this move comes as a surprise. And some of you I know are in California, so we can hang out again! Whee! Aren't you excited?? I am. Except for the losing-the-boy thing. Again. And the whole not-having-a-job-lined-up thing. Fuck. Speaking of fuck, I've probably, no definitely, had more sex in my 26th year than all other years combined. It has been a good sex year for Chloe. As my birthday is coming up, I do hope to continue that trend on into my 27th year. Well, really what I hope for is to find a boyfriend whom I DON'T have to leave. And who hopefully I have good sex with. But first things first, the job.

All in all it's been a fun and interesting summer. Largely due to Andrew..a lot of the fun things I've done I've done with him. But also actually, I've sort of managed to become more independent this summer, in a way. I've gone hiking by myself a number of times, sometimes over 20 miles. I managed to make a fantastic trip to Glacier and see some of the most beautiful places of my life. I've gone camping a whole bunch of times. I'm in probably the best physical shape of my life, and probably the most confident I've ever been. So I shouldn't be so freaked out about the future. It'll probably all work out. I hope.