I'm not very good at this.
someone find me an apartment in central LA or west Hollywood.
me and talking to strange people do not get along.
not that i dont do it a lot but now i'm forced to.
i hate this game.

adding up the costs in my head.
god.
looking at about a four hundred to six hundred dollar deposit.
rent running about 800.
the cheapest moving type vehicle i can find is three hundred dollars.
plus cost of gas, which will add another couple hundred. up to three or four.
someone loan Sheldon and i five hundred dollars.
the ret we can sort out on our own.

Boris is the new addition.



He obviously fixes computers whilst watching batman cartoons.



Boris and Noodlez.



just noodlez.

have a cell phone text me.
work and life are boring these days.
3605892135.

Last night i got the urge to lock my self in my bed room and hide from the world. lock them all out. first time this year. I realized that all my social abilities are starting to sink back, regress back to the way they were last time. these ups and downs scare me. Last year i sunk so far into drugs i could hardly pull my self back out. in fact I'm not so sure i ever did. Now i just fall to the bottom of bottle until i am forced to take breaks due to the things that are happening. the vomiting the stomach pains. I'm sucking back into myself during a time when some of the most important people to ever be a part of my life are needing to depend on me again. Lots of things have to stop.
I need to put my foot down.

This journal has always been mostly friends only, now it is entirely so.
If you are reading this and only this you are obviously not on my friends list.
Comment me and lets fix that, shall we?