it's my last night in this apartment.
sad?
sort of.
but not really.
just sleepy and nervous.

fuuuuuuuuck!

ugh.
men fucking SUCK.

but i'm still going to utah tomorrow.

I WANT A PUPPY!
paul and i have talked about it before, but now i REALLY, REEEEALLY want one!

i have a handle of sailor jerry's and two liters of coke that i need to finish by saturday night.
if anyone thinks they could help me out with it, give me a call.

so, we were hanging out with brent's neighbor last night, who lived in salt lake for a year.
i asked him what it was like, and he told me some pretty grim things...
like that it's easier to get heroin than any other drug.
heroin addicts everywhere, he says.
and there's NOTHING to do on sundays.

i was trying to cheer myself up by looking for utah jokes.
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so...
i'm flying from st. louis to salt lake.
the ticket was only $40 more than a train ticket would have been, and it fits perfectly with my greyhound schedule.
the only thing is that now i leave a day later and can only bring ONE carry on item.

also...
SHIT.
my pipes can't come.
FUUUUUUUCK.

paul needs to call me.
it drives me nuts that i can't reach him when i'm getting all freaked out about the move.

but...
what's new...

oh yeah. no more cafe mimosa.


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i almost fucking got killed today by some dumb-fuck redneck speeding through a red light ( Read more... )

my ride bailed.
fuck.
whatever.
uhhh...i just have to figure something out now, because....
i can't fucking do this on my own.
paul has to come help me!