so i finally unrolled the blanket i brought back to portland with me from dad's. and the first night i was just happy to use it. it has a used sort of softness and the kind of material that feels cool (as in temperature) when it first touches your skin. but anyway, today i finally made the bed. i popped my computer open, sat cross-legged; my eyes drifted over the top of my screen and off the edge of the bed to the floor. i just felt a little wierd all of a sudden. i laughed. this is the same blanket i used to have. well not the same blanket. but the twin of my old blanket. damo and i once shared a bedroom at my dad's that we painted together. the walls were two-toned rocket red and like crimson, we used plasitc bags and our hands to apply the crimson on the lower half. the shit turned out lookin like blood. i spent a whole day sanding the white paint off a bunk bed so that we could paint it black. we painted the door black and all the trim. And we bought these blankets together. queen-sized with these five giant red roses with black negative space. Omg we were pretty much dorks back then, what with our marilyn manson music and our short spikey hair. nail polish and bondage pants. ha ha ha. but this blanket is the one that used to be damo's. mine's in my storage unit. but i guess the point is that i realized that it reminded me of like every bedroom that was ever just mine since then till now, and it felt a little like home. it's not the same blanket, but its the same feeling. i've got home here.

im a super happy super lady! FUCK YOU and fuck growing up.

someone at work today was all " oh yea ive got a kid, a six year old. i had a life once." what the hell does that mean? Your definition of life sucks.

i think about damo and little Maxx(Aug 29) every day and i want to be close to her and i want to be an awesome aunt.

and im thinkin about two tattoos

and im thinkin about janine ... i've lost my train of thought.

im hungry.

i cant wait to move!!!



woo hoo. ring the bell. ring the bell