you know what?
i think moving on can only mean that, moving on.
like to another person. you cant really move on until you find someone to replace all your efforts into making happy and spending time with.
too bad all the people i find have to have some quirk.

ashleigh: cant eat anything but fruit, emotionally and physically drained.

the old chic from work: 32, old. got kids. dont want nun of that anyway. but knows her shit about the music i listen to. shes a good mentor.
found out she gave puddle of mudd their first gig way back in july of 92, and knows the singer, wes. she talks your ear off, which i enjoy cuz you can learn a lot from that.

misty: fuckin married.

people like to talk. they like to point fingers.
fuck em.

im starting to learn to be more kicked back with people. let them learn more about me. dont be so cautious in what is sed.
cuz who the fuck cares? if they dont like it, why do you want to be around them anyway? this isnt to say that im talking more. but just being more open in the sense of being true, and saying how things are and how i feel.
not being so careful in worrying about what other people think.