Lots to look forward to, yes I do.  

June 9.  My days of blissful innocent youth are numbered!  Quick!

Debauchery!  

So, as always, my emotions are the mental equivalent of Forrest Gump's box

of )*$#)*(#$ chocolates.  Man, I hate coconut filled days.  Friggin

cocount.  So yah I've been kinda bored lately and angsting over havin'

nothin' to fill my time and not really many (any?) good friends here in

Berkeley.  Or at least no "group" with which to waste time and have

camraderie.  I thrive on FaceTime.  Human interaction, yum.  So I get all

sad an' icky when I don' get it.   Soon, tho, 2 good things shall happen,

and lo, it shall be good:

I'm moving into a new place July 1, in El Cerrito (2 towns north of

Berkeley, home of Creedence Clearwater Revival).  I'll be living with some

cool friends, and plus the place has a hot tub!  Yay!  But yah it'll be

really good for me to have housemates to hang with.  Not random fratboys.

More cozy.  Yum.  

Hmm, that's really all's new.  I go party t'night.  That B Goode.



Well I'd considered just not sleeping, but that never seems to work out.

I think it's the 8 straight hours where nobody is awake, and there's

nothing much to do, and the high of "yeah I'm gonna stay up all night

boyeeeeeeee" has worn off, and I just end up snooooozing.  



And talking like a freak.  Well, typeytalking.  Fuck, that's it, I not

write more sound crack monkey.  TOo much Coffee.  For Nat.