i moved.

van nuys ain't that bad.

the new place currently smells like uncooked fish. the toilet just broke, and my bed is in the living room, but its home, dammit.

a distinct thai feel in the house. thai roomate.

and i haven't found a car yet.
cars that i might get:

ford ranger, or f-150
civic hybrid
anything not a crx

inviting all my friends to come visit me at least once now that i got out of hell that was panorama city.

reading "lullaby" by pauliniuc. story about a guy who finds a song that kills people. very cool.
every wednsday i get the privilege to spit on the ground in front of grace's apartment as i walk on the way to thai club.

that's all i have to say about that.