home sweet home

my phone is going dead in the kitchen, so it's beeping, which is making my dog spaz out. he's sneezing and snorting and yelping at the same time. i'm pretty sure he's having a doggie anxiety attack.

so i'm back from the prologue of my big city living experience. i'm feeling pretty secure about my future at this point, give or take a few minor speed bumps. alicia and selena are both awesome and so is the apartment and the area it's in. i really couldn't ask for any better placement when moving to an unfamiliar place. maria introduced me to suckers that taste like ice cream, made me lemonade, and has a blind cat that runs into things, so i immediately liked her.

i road the bus and the train by myself and didn't end up in wisconsin, so i'm starting to think i might be able to function enough to get around. corey and i finally shared the same air. i was reunited with my pillow case and learned that he sporatically snores and wakes himself up. i still believe he's either a lie or a bad dream, but so am i. i'm aiming to acquire as many friends as possible. he tells really long stories, so i think i'm going to keep him.

i can see myself becoming a depressed hermit or a thirsty writer who will try any drug that doesn't involve needles. hopefully i'll fall somewhere in a safe place in between.

i'm having dreams lately that i'm confusing with reality. usually this is entertaining for the 5 minutes it takes me to rationalize everything, but i'm still floating around in wonderland. there are entire seconds where i feel like i might be crazy.

everything is right and wrong at the same time. i want to curl up and cry in the shower, but the world of anti-depressants denies me such sweet luxuries.