i come home after a night of good old fashion video games to the news that my dads old running buddy from california passed away tonight. its too early to be losing such relatively young people.. LOSS.. bah!...

i come home to that, and manuels blog... his writing of christine always make me think of why couldnt i have that kinda relationship? where we can still be friends?... but i guess the best way to get over someone is to eventually not plan on ever seeing them...
ya know? too bad it was in such a shitty fashion for me...

wank. i wont have to kill you. i want to live downstairs. i didnt get a good look at all the rooms, just a peek-in in two of them, so when we do the walk-through i'll stake my claim... too bad i may have to kill air though =/

dan. we be good. i just hate confrontation.

blake. where the hell did you dissappear to? same with jay, but at least i talked to him today....

this house will be the true test of independence. before was knowingly temporary. but this is finally the big move. its far enough away that its no longer a convenience to just drop by mom and dads... but i think i only did that on mondays for labs anyway.. mostly.... hehe. mostly they come out at night.. mostly. ;)

well. i give my thanx to my dollar twin.
maybe i'll have a look at lake city fred meyers too.. i need to learn fucking seattles lay out.
i get so lost.
well. screw all you hippies who dont have a damn thing to do for 3 days. i work on two of them.
later people.