Well, here I am. (reference intentional)
Apparently I lied, when I said I'd post in less than six months. So what's going on? I've moved (address will be in flocked post), this time adding Jason, Ginger, Mahree, and Tyler (all of no account, but if you look on my Myspace, /winoangel4d4, they're there) to the mix. It's a house this time--with me, Kitty, and most of the rest around in that apartment most of the time, you couldn't clean or even fucking move without bumping itno someone or something..."hell of catshit and clutter" describes the result admirably. I am disengaged, and in fact single again. My decision, shared or no fault, depending on one's point of view. Out of money and looking for work so I don't become the house's official load. Really feel the last six months or so has slipped away from me--the feeling's pretty common to me, I often wonder "why am I out of college?" or even "Wasn't the sixteen-bit era just the other day", but...what the fuck, I was sober most of that time. I'm not depressed, usually, but other than making myself useful to the house instead of spending _all_ my time on this goddamn computer, I'm not sure where I'm going. I hope my writer's block will end soon, too...I'm seriously feeling the pressure of being three years away from thirty and having nothing to show...