old year
i'm sitting in this gorgeous sunny room with a warm, fluffy cat snuggled as close as he can get to my right breast. my stuff is almost completely unpacked and i pick up free wireless from somewhere nearby. my hair is long enough to grab onto but since noone's grabbing, i think i'm gonna shave it off. i had a fucking awesome day with ethan in sf yesterday. i live close enough to safeway, the beach, and the bus stop to walk to all of them, but i still wish i had a bike. or a chauffer. i want a relationship like denise and i had, or like phoebe and i had before it got serious (think february or so). denise's girlfriend (who she made friends with while we were dating) doesn't like me even though she's never met me and i like to think it's because denise told her how good i was in bed. that's probably not why, but it makes me laugh. i want a back massage. and a new hat. i didn't want to jump right back into the santa cruz dyke scene, i wanted to take things slowly and see the people i care about when i could, but my berkeley friend is working tonight so it looks like i'll end up at the cali street party anyway. i've been more negative lately than i like myself being. and less nice. i've been wearing the same clothes for 3 days straight. they're comfortable. so is my bed (it's been a while). the cat is now sitting on my stomach and purring in my face. how adorable!