i hate going through the motions. every morning is a routine.

my car died, which throws a wrench in the usual. i got an apartment for super cheap close to my college. do polaroids have black and white film? they probably do.

i'm starting to freak out. this whole new situation equates to some harsh anxiety.

i got my tattoo. no pictures quite yet. sorry dear lee.

someone asked me at our vegetarian barbeque if i was an only child. i told them "no but I am the only sane one" which is a lie. i've come to the realization that i am as wacko as the next, i just may be able to hide it better.

i will finally live on my own. no one else. just the city and i.

i'm off to hide in the real world, doing real worldly things, such as working and fixing my car.