Sorry Curtis,(1) never made the show last night. I spent the evening helping Trish pack. It was kinda wierd because we actually got along better moving her out, than moving in. I am really unsure what the next couple months have in store. I have never really lived alone.(2) There has always been a roomate involved, or someone there. In a way I am looking forward to it and in another way feel like I am starting a whole new life. It’s really not that dramatic but I have the same feeling like when Toph hits the reset button when I’m kicking his ass in NHL 94. One minute I’m in complete control, everything is going my way, it’s like 6-0. Then all of a sudden his foot comes out of nowhere… “oops”/reset. Then all that is left are these empty appologies that go noticed but fade away like a bad smell until they are forgotten and life just keeps moving.
(1) – ToonTown Curtis.
(2) – I loved this time in my life. That basement apartment I had on Eugenie was the absolute best. I don’t think I lived there long enough to get lonely but I ate whenever I wanted, there was never any mess, the entrance was General Lee orange, it was always cold in there (-2), I had a table top arcade game as a kitchen table, honestly I loved it there. Not in the way that I have any regrets for my choices but living alone for the short time that I did was absoloutely glorious.