rawkstar92

In Erie, PA. In a hotel room. Boston tomorrow. Feeling better.

I'm in Davenport, Iowa. Should be in Mass Saturday afternoon.

My horoscope today says:
The brief satisfaction of playing a game is wiped out by the consequences of losing. You're too old and too good to suffer through this.

Damn straight.

I'm hitting the road.

I start driving bright and early tomorrow morning. I should be in Boston by this weekend. I'll probably be without email or the net for the next few days.

Goodbye Portland. It's been real.

So I've been going back and forth and back and forth about whether to stay in Portland or move to Boston. I made up my mind last night. And I feel very good about my decision.

I'm also really hung over and there is no asprin in my house and I really really don't want to drive to the store and get any. Ugh.

I'm having a good day.
That is all.

One week from today I am getting in my car and driving to Gloucester, Massachusetts. The great Portland experiment is now officially over.

Well, I made it out of bed. Forward momentum...good.

So my mom asked me to help her with a powerpoint presentation she was doing for work (she's a sex ed teacher). Basically I'm sitting here typing up all this BS about abstinence and why birth control doesn't work and shit like that. I've done some research on the implications behind abstinence education, and it's totally...
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Well, elections last night were a total and utter clusterfuck. It was bad. Very very bad.

I can provide a more detailed political analysis when I sober up. Right now I'm crawling back under the covers and sleeping until 2004.

What a shitty week.

The boy I like likes someone else.

The elections last night were a total clusterfuck.

At least my job is over. And I've still got my health.

Well, now I'm only half fucked.

Which I guess it better then totally fucked.

I'm listening to Thom Yorke and Sparklehorse covering Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here" over and over and over.

Man, I am pathetic.

Everything I just did in the last 24 hours just blew up in my face. Somewhat spectacularly, I might add.

I'm fucked.