to share the sandwich he fished from a dumpster than eat your filthy meatloaf!
(bad lunch) . . . (good beer
)So, I left Joe. He did it again. Got drunk and violent, f*cked me up. I waited for awhile, though. Too long. Don't know why. But, I DID leave him.
I guess it took just a few days away from him to realize how much the world has to offer me.
I'm moving to Montana. Tonight. I'm leaving on a jet plane (Greyhound) don't know when I'll be back again.
Got a new tattoo. A cute frog with wings. Painted a few nudes that I can't post here . . . or on myspace.
Started writing again.
Picked the guitar back up.
Put down the bottle. But, not before diving into a drainage pipe after my house key with my oh-so-favorite rubber ducky keychain and getting stuck.
Oh, yeah . . . and my new boyfriend is HOT, SWEET, ADORABLE, FUNNY and has a JOB!
Craziness.