"I'm working my menial job, I'm living my meanial life, oh no I didn't mean to imply that I didn't want to change, because I do."
It's wierd, I wrote that when I was 18, and I feel exactly the same.

In better news, a few friends and I have a top secret plan that will take a few months to complete.

I really like sleeping on couches. People are always trying to sympathize for me but I really don't care that I don't have a place to live yet, it's fun. Portland in March will be awesome too ( Read more... )

Sleeping on couches isn't too bad, looking for somewhere to live sucks ( Read more... )

I moved out. Sleeping on a friend's couch until I get a place ( Read more... )

So it goes.
So it goes.
So it goes.

Why?

It has to go...
It has to keep moving.
Nothing waits, nothing stops.

I wish I hadn't fucked up this relationship so hard, but I did ( Read more... )

I need to figure all of this out ( Read more... )

I am going to apply at a sushi resturant as soon as I figure out the bus route that goes there. It's out in the midst of strip-malls and things placed too far from each other, but it's a job. I want it ( Read more... )

Katie takes care of a drunk Ryan better than he has ever been taken care of.

I need to re-type my resume, it's gonna suck, and take up a big part of the day, the business day part, which is annoying.

I really wish there was a party here I could perform at. I have an idea for a costume and a good electro-trash song. It's a good beat (silly), and the words so far are:  you havn't a clue, of the sexy degree that you are to!  ( Read more... )