Kissed two boys today. Interesting. One is the boy that I've been (sort of) seeing since I got here. The other is a strange 30 year old Grandma goth type traveller from LA. Met him last night and he is going to buy some of my records. He plays piano and serenaded me with Gloomy sunday. Good voice. I find myself being much more attracted to females currently, but getting involved with more men. I am after all an equal opportunity slut. Men like me, woman know better. I guess. God damn selling my records is harder to do than I thought it would be. I keep wanting to keep "Just that one!" But I know I can't. Breaking the collecter lifestyle is a hard thing to do. I've been unsatisfied with my interactions for a long time. The thing will be very good me thinks. Sleeping outside on the beach in Oregon, and then in Maine.....Better than records. Just have to keep reminding myself. Give me your phone number and some kind of contact information if you want a visit from the bunny. Fuck. It is about time. I am excited to start living.
Get rid of your stuff. I'm doing the same at the very moment. It's freeing, and you will probably only miss a handful of things. Most of it you could probably do without quite easily.
I'm selling almost all of my books today...that's really tough.