holywhoa, dude. i have an apartment. had i said this on monday, there would have been a whole lot of a;lskdj a;sguaosfg and a;dlfkjaorwtgar ing and HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE

and then if i had said this within the past couple of days there would have been some depression and some sad faces cause i am a moody bitch and we love the winter

and today, now that i say these things, i have been talking to my mommy everyday and all my things are now in MY APARTMENT waiting for me to organize them and i have shorter hair than i did yesterday, though not as short as i was intending cause the lady at the hair salon talked me out of doing it all at once, but i tell you i might not give up on this idea, i don't care what you think i look like, and quite frankly that is what it is all about

there is more, as there always is, but i don't have time for these things right now. it's michele's birthday and we're going to eat dinner here at her stepdad's house, and then we're gonna go have a fabulous time with all those hip lesbians at the chiqbar... hahahhahahaha ..? i'm so not gay, i just like to play along. these things i know now. hahahaha ANYWAY. i'm kind of enjoying not having the internet but i really feel disconnected. seriously. i can't tell if that's a good or bad things.

obviously i need some kind of connection, otherwise the words just fall out of my face like this.. though i have been writing in a book, for the first time, completely honest with myself and very direct. it's a little surprising what comes out when these things happen.

ANYWAY. horoscopes are awesome. your mom is awesome. NO, MY mom is awesome. i love her. i will make her move back here.

okay, disjointed and scattered miss. go have a good time tonight.