roxiekill

wow.
so, i moved out of the new place i was staying at.....
and in with my wonderful boyfriend.
i was hesitant to the idea at first cause i dont wanna fuck anything up.
but im a fuck up.....so thats what i always expect myself to do. it was a scary decision
but so far things have been fucking great.
and im really trying not to put any expections on myself.
because chances are, if i tell myself im gonna fuck something up, i usually do. this is too important to me.
i just got home, and on my way here, i was thinking that everywhere else i've called "home" for a long time now, the drive there is dreadful....because i don't want to be there.
but i was actually looking forward to pulling up, getting out of my car, and walking through the door. it was like a sigh of relief. and a pretty neat realization. like holy shit, i must feel comfortable here. fucking weird.
the last place i remember feeling comfortable was in a motel room on lots of speed. scary.
anywho
so the ex called me drunk again tonight. i decided not to answer this time.
but i did get a pretty fucken comical/saddening voice message.
now i kinda dont feel too good.
weird how ex's can do that
okay, blah fucken blah
gotta pee

k, bye