A month. It has been a whole month since I walked away from Jackson, and I’ve heard nothing from him. I have to confess that I’ve become a bit of an obsessive fan girl, scouring the blogs and fan sites for information about both the band and him. Blackfriars made the announcement last week that the band was taking a break, and, in the pictures, Jackson looks happy and smiley, so I can only hope that he’s okay. I, however, have become a mopey b***h. Even Sophie, who is finally back from her travels, had a go at me last week, attempting to get me to tell her what was going on. I tried going home with a random guy from the bar last night, but I only made it as far as his front door before the pit of vipers in my stomach made me turn around and make my excuses.
I wipe down the bar top morosel
