When I moved out of my apartment on Yulupa in Santa Rosa, I embarked on a long streak of living in A named streets- in this order: Avocet Drive; Argyle Ave; Alisal St; Allston St; Andover Drive. Heeyyooo! Now, I've sadly ended that streak. Whitley Ave. Oh how you've ruined everything.

That's it. I've had it. Fed up. I'm going back to LA where I have a job idly waiting for me and where I can hang out with all my famous friends. Hey. It's better than the military. I rock.

I have recently decided that the most dangerous part of heavy drinking isn't physical danger or anything relating to your health. It's that overwhelming urge to tell people things that they either have no business knowing or that are extremely inappropriate. God dammit. That last two times I went out drinking, I came back and told people some very ( Read more... )

Considering nobody reads this shit, I'll open up and write in it as if it's a real journal ( Read more... )

Is this heaven?

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I love Chico. I think that moving back here was one of the best choices I could have made... ever. I hate to say it; but, I don't miss Boston at all. One thing I forgot about norcal is how it smells like flowers in the spring and summer as opposed to strange oils and fumes from subway stations. I miss Gordo. But, I'm used to it. So, it's not really ( Read more... )

Just as could be anticipated, as soon as I solidify my plans to move back west... that's right "BACK west" not "out west," fuckers, things begin to get nice out here. I still am a black sheep and I still don't have any reason to be here. But, spring in Boston is gorgeous! Oh man. The grass is always greener, right? Well... anywho. I have a verbal ( Read more... )

I left the goddamn water heater off again last night. Now I'm just waiting for everyone to come to me individually and explain to me how it fucked up their day in a much more unique way than the next person. What do you want me to do?! Anyhow. I'm over this place. I can hardly wait to move out to Chico come June. I mean, if I saved up enough to get ( Read more... )

So here we go. I finally finished my gift to Inlow. He's getting married this coming Sunday. I'm one of four groom's men. It's quite an honor. I must say. Either that or he's desperate for friends. Haha. No. I love the man. We've come a long way together. In the invites, it gives the notion of gift registries. But, I thought, "Fuck getting him a ( Read more... )

I'd rather be buried alive than have to wake up this early ever again. I just wanna go to bean town already. Dammit. Fuck this job. I'm gonna try to get fired.