Finally moving on. Some people are just assholes, and that's just the way the fucking world is sometimes. I'll get over it.
My God, I cannot WAIT for Christmas. San Francisco at Christmastime is my favorite thing in the world. If I can't be happy, the next best thing is the joy in the world surrounding me, and the hope that it will sink into my skin.
Twice today. It used to be about once a week. It started when I was sick from drinking too much, and then I would do it even when I didn't drink too much, and then I got to doing it when I was sober. I'm still not very good at it, but I'm getting better.
I'm kind of thinking that my house is about to be blown away by the wind right now...shit...
It's never been this windy here before that I can remember.
Where the hell am I headed?
*Talk To Strangers by Saul Williams
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