Back to the Black

I broke my red glasses. Oopsies. Actually, they broke themselves slowly over the course of a month. It's amazing they lasted as long as they did.

So, here's an update on the black glasses. I am chilling in Hendo with Tommy Bennett (Check out Heartless Harps blog) for another week then I have a week in home-limbo before I can move into this house with some friends I graduated with. I don't have a job, don't really have a place. I have a phone and a car with a whole lotta shit in it.

I need to get a whole lot more of shit from Ohio to bring here before my mom sells our house. The last time I was home I brought back a bunch of my journals. I don't want to lose those snippets of my childhood because I can't build my memory back after all that's happened. It would be tilted as hell. And nobody likes a tilt.

As I said before, I no longer believe in anything. This is actually a really good thing because when I do establish beliefs, I'll be able to stand by them. My beliefs will have substance behind them. They will be real (whatever that means).

Contra in two hours. woo! I know I like that. A lot.