golightly

I live in a new place, what's up? I love my corner coffee shop, where the owner (or manager) has tats all up both his arms and they play the ramones and alice in chains before noon. I love my new roommates: we are going out to brunch on Saturday to talk about how it's worked so far, and I literally have no complaints. I am still pissed at the ex but love love love that I get to have a life on my own now because he is moving to Arkansas for good. And I'm glad I could tell him that I would miss him and that I didn't tell him "I hope you're happy" or "Good luck". But I'm sick of feeling so angry about it, and I'm stopping.

Starting a new poem.
Resolving to make my next improv class more social -- why is it always so hard to be the one who says "we should all go out for beers?"
Trying to negotiate the need to keep busy and have fun with the need to spend the smallest possible amount of money.
But right now things seem pretty good.