so i’m gone. out of the house, out of my mom’s hair. out of a job. out of lots of things. i am fully moved into hotel pan and my room is an organized mess of boxes and crap i don’t think i'll really need. the short story is also that people are visiting, my computer is in transit, my time is precious, and i must live my life, instead of blogging it. the feel of life has quickly changed over an independence weekend. especially when everything is getting boxed up and everyone’s telling you to “get your shit together!” but to that i say “nobody -- nobody can eat fifty eggs."



who am i kidding? i miss blogging. i miss my computer time. am i loser? or just another misguided youth being taken for a spin by my naivette and carefree charm? the answers may never come. till tomorrow speaks. peace.