If I was young I'd flee this town.
Winnah winnah chickin' dinnah.
If I hear my housemates say that one more time I'll scream. It's not funny. Nope. Not even close to being clever, and they use it in meaningless ways that don't even make sense.
Now that I got it off my chest: Life is fine. Improving. Slowly. There's some promises on the horizon that give me hope and I look forward to tomorrow more than I have been recently. Blah blah blah I'll save it for my memoirs. Think anyone would buy that shit? Doubt it. I did try to write in my tangible journal two nights ago. It went fairly well, I was surprised I could still form a sentence. God I miss writing. Please someone support my livelihood by me rewarding you with words. Sounds dumb if you think about it, pay me to write?
I still need a music muse. All these beautiful talents are streaming into the city and I'm missing out, big time. Missed NIN last week, will probably miss Decemberists tonight. It's frustrating...in college we used to drive miles to see horrible bands (Boys like Girls? Ha!) just for music's sake. To go on an adventure, for adventure's sake.
There's one thing big on my 101 goals list I've been putting off. It's one of the scary ones and I could complete it now anytime I want. But the reaction of it, I'm pretty freaked. Probably will change my current life either way, a lot. Scary to have that power, but I have to do this. For love or loss' sake.