did you know that "crime" in spanish is "delito"? ha.

i will say this:
however the fuck hot it is + this fucking humidity + all this stress + my rag = uncomfortable life.
at least i didn't bleed on my bike seat today.
i will also say this:
something about drugs.
this too:
it's going to be fucking weird going from four dogs to no dogs.

that's all i've got.
my brains meltin and my uterus is crampin.

bits and pieces

what do i ditch, what do i keep? sell or give away?
i have accumulated so. much. shit. in the last three years. i guess i had a lot when i moved out and i have gotten rid of a lot in the last year. in any case, excess is never as obvious and troublesome as when it's time to move. i'm abandoning/giving away most of my kitchen things; most of my kitchen has been purchased at goodwill, and i sure do not need a full kitchen to move back in with my parents.
ideally i'd love to pack most of my things in storage tubs. maybe that's a pipe dream.

i'm going to have to bike-learn milwaukee. find some social things to do. get a job or three. i'm going to do a piercing apprenticeship i think.

i'm off to go drink with katie, which is always an adventure.
until later.