gypsygrrrl

ok. so I'm almost completely unpacked now. Just a few things left to unpack. it's starting to look like a home now. it's small, but it's good. humble. and in a softcore version of "the ghetto". It's cool actually - we're right on a main street and the streetcars run along this main street 20/7. From 6am to 2am, all you hear is screetching, rumbling - sometimes even my windows rumble. but I like it. I don't know why, but I like it. I like the city. I like life.It's fucking hard, but good.

I think I'm going to smoke the last tiny pinch of herb I have and watch a dvd. I'm tired, but my brain is starting to ease into things. That wasn't so hard. though my body says otherwise...

just want to relax right now. cause I fucking earned it - I came out of this sanity intact and will amplified. though my father did take the time to kindy remind me how i completely fucked all of this up and how I should only and always listen to him. ok. that was annoying. anyways... goodnight, already. I want to stare blankly at the tv now.