I need something to do.... Organizing my comic books by chronology, alphabet and publisher is starting to kill me... I need a real job.... Seriously.... And I miss Ivy. She's lucky to be in southern California.... I love san Francisco but lately it just feels like I'm trapped here. Eric is bringing me home... "A spoil of war " I'd say due to the increasing amount of bullshit dished out here in the big city... (not really big only 30 miles Squared.) I'm nervous and whatnot.... Yes I've already met his mum... But now she has home field advantage... And his dad... Who he says will be unaffected
but I'm still nervous... oh then you know.... Everyone else... His friends.... his big family!!! FAACKKKKK! Most of all I'm nervous to meet his friends... If there is anything I've learned from being alive It's that I'm wired and no one likes me... (note: the tern "no one" refers to the vast majority at large and does not refer to people who really know me.) but seriously I'm not..... well you know.... Normal. He has like dozens of friends... good friends.. who know his name and talk to him... Really good friends... I have maybe 10.... Probably less... I'm not by any stretch of the imagination complaining I love ya'll very very very much. And I wouldn't want many more real friends cuz to be honest I couldn't keep up. But I feel strangely inadequate to this legion in southern California. oh well here we go!

I feel like crap....
I mean I feel sick and tired and kinda welll jus that ill.
Other than that I am very happy.
I ate a raw cheeseburger last week and Ivy say's I have ecoli...
this freaks me out...
I don't want Ecoli in my intestines.... ewwww
I ate afgani food last night for roz's birthday.. it was very tasty...
We went to one of my favorite bars but could'nt drink... driving sucks... I tried to sleep today but I am uncomfortable.... fack....
I need a job.

So i got poision oak in the webbing of the last two fingers of my left hand and it hurts like hell. I'm deathly allergic to it.. I know I know everyone is right... no seriously I have to get medical attention and what not. to prevent the spreading of said malady i took ivy and i to our near by (not really) 24hr Wal greens to buy "sensitive area safe anti-itch" soap, calamine lotion, and anti-hystimine (sp?) fun fun at 4:30 am! then i droped my phone in a large body of water...commonly known for being a human waste receptacle...yes that one. 50 dinars later i own a seiman.. hee hee snarf! this phone that eric affectionatly calls "gay"(greco roman butt fucking) yes today was awesome from start to finish. I did get to see the otter today and eat shitty japanese food. best part of the day. I still have poision oak....it blows.

razza frazza humanity's essay.....

new post la la la...

I have been caring for my very sad sick friend Ivy...
just had her wisdom teeth pulled..(owwee!)
She gets oxycoden... no fair.


anyway its been nice being a homebody.


And for the first time in about ten years I miss sacramento. Its not horrible there as I had once believed. Just different.
I never liked going there growing up. As a matter of fact I would lie cheat or steal myself any excuse not to go.
This last time however was different... I took an otter home with me.
BUt of this I will not speak... rather I'd like to indulge my own opinions for the moment.
I am so happy I could explode.
so I'm strapped for a little cash and whatnot, who cares!?
I've never been so happy.
The otter is just part of it. there are friends...
good friends...
not a large group of them...but enough that for the first time
I can pull my head out of my ass and see that they are indeed there.
(alright one is in romania, one I'm sorry we did'nt get to see while in sac! (nicole sorry sorry), one has been passed out in my bed for 30+ hours,ect)
But I love them all.
Even though I don't talk to everyone everyday, I'm so comfortable with the fact that they all exist, it matters not!
as for they otter?
he is one of my my best friends.
Thank god for that....
or he may have been gone by now...
god damn I'm tired.

sorry for the mushy post but fuck you It's my blog and if you don't want to read it sod off! fucker.