I like to be here, when I can.

Today was pretty uneventful.
It was dad's birthday so we all went to Tacoma to eat
and then they bought me groceries and I went
back to Seattle.

End of day.

I love my family though.

I feel so damn good.

I need a haircut, and to shave.

Man I can't wait to have some cash again.
I'll see Lil Castar much more often,
and I'll buy some black shoes, and
I'll fill my car's gas tank, and I'll
probably do some other things too.

Tomorrow I am filling out the final paperwork
to be a Baker Sales Clerk at Safeway. Hopefully.

This is lame.

I should have just stayed in Seattle.

...Yay? 

So I ended up trying ecstasy the other day ( Read more... )

For the last three days, I have had the most intense
dream series. It's about this Russian exchange student
of Peggy's. I can't ever remember her name though.

The craziest things happen. War and awkward moments.
It's like a parallel life that I am living in my sleep.

I am moving outta my house, and moving
in with Jonathan.

Long story short, I am tired of being at home.
I love my rents, but I really would like to live
in Seattle.

I miss listening to post hardcore,
and wandering the streets looking
for trouble or adventure.

I'm exited for tomorrow.
My auntie sent me money from California.
Man I love my auntie Chit. She is fucking awesome.

In other news,
Somebody set us up the bomb,
make your time.