hi, i'm still alive.

i've been so freaking swamped with moving and now needing to move again. i'm crashing at a friends place in LA right now. praying and hoping that i find my own shindig soon because this whole thang ain't workin'. i can't even sleep cause it doesn't feel like home.

anyway, a couple weekends ago, i went to san diego to visit my friend. it was a bit of an awkward experience. i'm glad i got away from home for a little though.

on the way down rofl and i were texting (have i mentioned that he moved to montana? i hate him right now for that...a love/hate). he told me i should probably dig a very deep hole and stay in it for awhile cause shit is continually hitting the fan for me. well, in order to keep that fan alive, i went to get gas and the pump decided to spray my entire car down. i drove the rest of the way to san diego in my flameable deathmobile.

things are really exciting on my cinco de mayo. i'm staying in watching the x files. jealous? is your cinco as fun as mine?