My mom took the news of me moving quite well.
Now I just have to work my ass off, pay them off, buy a car, and get a rent-a-truck.
Give me 6 months. I might die, but it’ll be worth it.
I’m glad some of the drama is over. I wish it all was, but if wishes were fishes I would die of a panic attack…
I love Corey.
I don’t care what the rest of you have to say about it. My trust is in myself, and my intuitions. If you don’t agree with this, please don’t even say so, because it is beginning to annoy me. I’ve read the warnings, I’ve taken them into account, now let me be.
I got to meet all the cool people I have been talking to, and a few I haven’t really talked to. Good good times. Love to all.
Showed Cannible the Musical to a few. Dear lord I love that movie.
That’s all I really want to say now.
Except that I reek from the bus.
And I love my brother.
And I want to be in VA right now.