this just in: "they" are liars.

leaving behind the events within my skull, money really does bring happiness! i just acquired $225 for the sale of my don't-use-it road bike. and now i don't give a shit about any of that other retarded emotional crap. moneyyyyy! this brings me within close range of my trip savings goal, and thus i am even more anxious to get the fuck outta dodge.

here are the good things that have happened to me in the past few weeks:

-made a best friend for life, even if we'll never hang out or hold hands. don't want to explain.

-gotten closer with my good friend in MN, with whom i can't wait to explore nashville and atlanta. it'll be amazing to finally get to know each other in person, be awkward in front of one another. also don't want to explain.

-saw my parents and harassed my dog until he remembered why he didn't used to come to me, hahahah. and they called it fuzzy loooove.

-belt went in a notch, kicked a cab who almost ran me over, gave a finger to a car horn beeper in scarborough, ate $6 singapore nood'r for lunch

etc.

i was so upset because that person i made BFF with was like instant magnetism. but then he's dying of hep C and has depression problems- and a past he doesn't even want to tell me about. i decided to walk away on thursday because, as much as i am a fixer, it's unhealthy and i'm starting to change my ways right now before... well before i jump. knowwhati'msayin'? never too late to be who you want to be or to change self-destructive patterns. i love him to bits, but i just can't do it... and that is one for team Aimoo. a hard point to earn, but it had to be done. i'll miss him.

and then there's MN boy, with whom i have a past, and with whom i see a future. i love him to bits, too.

so there you have it. now that i'm almost over it, i can easily talk without typing through greasy tears on my keyboard (kidding).

sidenote: why is everyone so in love with tony pierce?

oj, p.s., i forgot to mention that the 17 year old who bought my bike was incredibly cute. long blonde and curly hair, tall... you know, jail bait.

P.P.S. NEVERMIND, ha!

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