The trip to Texas will be a lot more interesting now. My hetro-lifemate Emo will be making the voyage with me. He is the Jay to my Silent Bob. He's been kicking around the idea for the last few days, and finally broke down and said fuck it, he'll come to. Take-off should be around six o'clock Saturday afternoon.

I talked to my ex again today, which was the stupid thing I said I was going to do. I tried to get her to come, or convince me to stay, but she was once again, unwilling. I wasn't terribly upset, although it did hurt to be rejected again by the one I care for so deeply. I feel like there's been closure now, something I never really felt before. So I guess it's all for the better.

Money might be a lot tighter than I thought it was going to be, I'm not a hundred percent sure yet. The guy who was going to buy my computer might now be backing out on me, I'll find out one way or the other tomorrow night. If he does, I might kick his ass. I'll make it there either way, I just didn't want to have to start off skimping horribly.

I got into the studio and wrapped up the CD for the band. All I needed to do was go in and scream for a few hours, which was good stress relief after talking to my ex. The final product sounds pretty good. It's not immaculate by any means, but hey, it was done in a fucking basement, with one take for most parts. I wasn't expecting too much.

I went for coffee after I had wrapped up all that and got into an intimate dissusian about intimacy that might be getting me laid one more time before I leave. Ever since I finalized that I was moving, I've become a little whore. I guess there's worse things to turn into.

Tomorrow is the final day I'll actually be here, and I've still got a lot to do. Decisions of what I'll be taking and what will be left behind, that sort of thing. Packing the few things I'm taking with, and clearing...

The trip to Texas will be a lot more interesting now. My hetro-lifemate Emo will be making the voyage with me. He is the Jay to my Silent Bob. He's been kicking around the idea for the last few days, and finally broke down and said fuck it, he'll come to. Take-off should be around six o'clock Saturday afternoon.

I talked to my ex again today, which was the stupid thing I said I was going to do. I tried to get her to come, or convince me to stay, but she was once again, unwilling. I wasn't terribly upset, although it did hurt to be rejected again by the one I care for so deeply. I feel like there's been closure now, something I never really felt before. So I guess it's all for the better.

Money might be a lot tighter than I thought it was going to be, I'm not a hundred percent sure yet. The guy who was going to buy my computer might now be backing out on me, I'll find out one way or the other tomorrow night. If he does, I might kick his ass. I'll make it there either way, I just didn't want to have to start off skimping horribly.

I got into the studio and wrapped up the CD for the band. All I needed to do was go in and scream for a few hours, which was good stress relief after talking to my ex. The final product sounds pretty good. It's not immaculate by any means, but hey, it was done in a fucking basement, with one take for most parts. I wasn't expecting too much.

I went for coffee after I had wrapped up all that and got into an intimate dissusian about intimacy that might be getting me laid one more time before I leave. Ever since I finalized that I was moving, I've become a little whore. I guess there's worse things to turn into.

Tomorrow is the final day I'll actually be here, and I've still got a lot to do. Decisions of what I'll be taking and what will be left behind, that sort of thing. Packing the few things I'm taking with, and clearing the car of all of the junk that is currently in it. It will be an early morning, and a late night, but it will all be worth it on Saturday.

I'll make one final entry tomorrow night, and after that I don't know when I'll be makig my next one. Hopefully Bluevalentine will let me sneak in and hack away for a few minutes once in a while. Welp, still shit to take care of before I sleep, so I'm gonna sign off.