I'll see what I can get finished before the cold medicine kicks in...

Things that are new:
I'm selling a scooter so I can fund a new road bike.
I want to ride this new road bike FAR! How far? Like to Oregon far.
More and more friends are moving to Austin and it's blowing my mind.
Going to Austin City Limits the last weekend of September!!!
My temp job working for my brother-in-law at his dry cleaning business may turn to long term long time if he has to get shoulder surgery. This could ruin some serious plans.
Everyone knows I don't have game, but I've said things to guys lately that will make you even embarrassed for me. And I shall write a blog about this.
Ear and tonsil problems are on the steady. I went to the doctor, gave him all the money I had, and I go back in two weeks after I make a little bit more money to give him all of that too. Hopefully he'll heal me this next trip, and without surgery because if I'm spending $6,000 on surgery it's going to be liposuction.
I think I might marry Donald Miller.

My grandmother came into work the other day. She didn't know I was working there, let alone that I was in the state...I like it that way. I told her it looked like I was going to be in town now for my cousin's wedding, and she was actually bringing her dress she's wearing to the event into the store to be cleaned. Yada Yada Yada, she ends up saying, "Who would wear black to a wedding?" I hate to break it to you Grandma, but I am. And I'm coloring my hair black again. I can't wait for her to get drunk again and tell me how she really feels at the reception. It was just a month ago when I show up at a friend's birthday party and she's there already drunk and starts yelling at how much she hates my tattoos, then turns to my sister and tells her to ever turn out like me. Thanks Grandma, love you too.

My grandmother is the most childish person I know, and I can't help but to act the same way right back to her. I'm not a very nice person.

Anyways, made it through week one of working at the dry cleaners. Tomorrow I'll work a few hours, and then come home to my sister's house to only have the house to myself till late Sunday. Home alone, no one around me at all, wow...this hasn't happened in a good long while.

Tonight my brother in law and I had a good chat. He told me to get off my butt and record. So I shall try. I need Jesus first, I don't know what I'm doing about everything else in my life.

And let me leave for bed with one question for you to answer....Have you ever felt discriminated against because you were not white trash? Today I was, and I was even wearing cutoff denim shorts. Amazing.

I've had a wordpress account for awhile, I just haven't switched over yet. I might try an work on that this weekend. That, and posting things for sell on ebay for my sister. She owns a dry cleaning business, and the past three days I've been going through clothes that haven't been picked up in 2+ years, and that is what I'll be selling. Of course I took out what I wanted...including the bad ass pink acid wash jean jacket that I'll be dying for fall to arrive so I can wear it. I was hoping to hit a goldmine in amazing old clothes, but instead found tons of cowboy clothes. I should have known, this is the Texas panhandle.

Knock loud I'm home. just sleeping to pass the time.

First things first, I'm not getting on myspace for a good long while. Instead I'll pour myself into reading, music, and NPR and my scooter message board I post on.

Second, I'm not in Colorado. And I actually haven't been much at all since I 'moved'. I'm working for minimum wage in Texas (which was raised to $6.55 last week!) My friends did move into a new two bedroom house that use to be a chicken coupe in Colorado and my sleeping room will be the living room. I haven't found a job yet, so that's why I'm in Texas. Not sure if or when I'll return to Boulder. There is a strong battle down in Austin for me to move there and I would love to. But I'm almost so completely done with moving to where friends live, I think I'm just going to pack up and move to Portland, OR. I know of 2 people who live there, not really friends, but we know each other at least.

I keep feeling like I've lost myself and I keep trying to find me, but I pour myself into others and what their doing, I'm afraid I'll never find who I am. I wish I could hear what God is saying to me right now. But my faith is screwed up. It's scary to hear myself think lately. I don't know where these crazy ideas and stuff have come from, but it's all jacked up. How do I get back to where I belong?

So that's all for the latest update and downer of a post. I have to go to bed, I have work tomorrow and it looks like I'll be working in 100+ degree heat again. Woo!





I miss Virginia. I miss Franklin Street, and I miss riding my scooter around that town. I do not miss the stupid people who were my roommates and who think I owe them rent for August, though I moved out in June, especially when there is no telling how much money I spent on them. Seriously, I need to learn how to stand up to people and tell them to back off when their acting like a high school piece of shit. I want to live in Richmond again someday soon.