From here on in..
I'm finding it hard to accept the impending doom that is my perpetual life of solitude here in Illinois. If only I knew when I will be living in California. I've been downloading episodes of the "L word" which I love. I was first drawn to it because Mia Kirshner stars in it, and I wanted to watch it back in February when it premiered on Showtime, but I didn't HAVE showtime. It's really really funny, believe it or not. I love Dana, she cracks my shit up. Anyway, I'm at work here at good ol' Sam Goody. So, about California. Dad is not sure if he can afford Brooks, which means I'm going to be paying loans for eternity. I'm this fucking close to packing up, driving to Los Angeles with my middle finger held high, leaving just a trail of dust behind me. Anyway, I'm tried, and I just explained S&M to my my co-worker. Gah, I'm sick with knowledge. I'm writing a novel by the way. This one will be good, and I will actually finish it, know why? It's the only thing I've ever written about someone and myself. It's so damn good already, its called "The Makings of True Love" I'm rather excited about it, maybe one day you will read it, and the person it is about will smile, and follow the dramatic twist at the end. But who am I kidding? I'm no writer.