It's been interesting around these parts. I've been spending a lot of time with Geoffrey. I guess you could say we're dating. We're certainly having sex at every available opportunity. Margaret really likes him, and so does Lee. So that's nice. Jamie hasn't been around enough to happen meeting him, and Martin has started avoiding my apartment ever since he showed up drunk and Geoffrey and I were a bit occupied on the couch.

I really like Geoffrey. He's interesting and he's good a nice sense of humor. He's utterly fantastic in bed. And he's gorgeous. Bright green eyes. Beautiful.

I'm not entirely sure why Martin is avoiding me. It could simply be because he's embarrassed and he doesn't want to chance interrupting another couch-blow-job-fest. Or it could, possibly, be that he's upset about seeing with me another man. I still don't know what his feelings are about me... and I'm actually not entirely sure how I feel about him, either. We used to be great together. Thought we would last forever. The distance killed us, but now we're close again. But I'm sort of with Geoffrey, and Martin and I haven't talked about "us" since I've come back to the states, and I just really don't know what's going on. I wish I did.

My mom's going to Russia for a few weeks to spend some holiday times with Sergei. He invited me, too, but I decided to stay here and celebrate with my friends. I think going back to Petersburg at this point would kill me a little bit. I miss it too much to go for three weeks and then leave again. Couldn't tease myself like that.

-Ilya