longblackbangs

My eyes feel like they are gonna bleed. This doesn't feel like a hangover. I think my car, which I have been in for the last fours hours, is leaking some poison gas through the vents or something Man, I really feel like death. Anyway...

I spent the night in Chico last night and came to the decision that, come hell or high water, I am staying in the city even if it means a crappy living situation for a few months until I can find something better. I'm excited about the whole decision (and that I have actually put my foot down and made one ). After hanging out last night I realized that I was only moving there to be with my friends and was ignoring all the things I was giving up here just to be comfertable there. I realized that, as much as I love them, they are moving on with there lives, I want to do the same and I don't want to have to tag along with anyone. Plus, I've meet a few amazing people in SF and realized I would have to be giving that up as well. PLUS! My friend that moved to Brooklyn is moving back to Oakland...I found that out this morning so I know it didn't effect my decision making of last night and is now just like a little jab that let me knew I made the right choice.

So yeah, right now all I want to do is go take a shower, listen to the music that Kelland just sent me and sit in a pitch-black room before my hangover/carbonmonoxide headache kills me.

-lovebillyboy