Here's Johnny

I'm back! I'm back! As if anyone cares, or is reading this. But oh, the cartharsis I have been denied...a sorely trying time, this has been. Oh, the pain, the pain. My eyes, my eyes. You get the picture, my little wee lambkins.

I have been living with a crazy woman since leaving the crazy parental abode for over a month now. This situation has become so fucking nuts that I am now going to move in with the only fucking sane person I know, a lovely friend who has less issues than the current friend. The current friend has turned out to be one of the more trying souls I have ever met, and I only hope that when I tell her I am moving on to that great new apartment in the 'burbs that she doesn't cut my stuffed animal to shreds. I have a feeling she might -- you know, the whole "Single White Female" thing? She reminds me of Jennifer Jason Leigh, psychotically enough. So, I fear that I cannot win for losing, or for winning, or something like that. I am just ready to GO, people! To go!

In other news, I still think of the blue-eyed doctor. I know, it's like trying to remove a barnacle, and everyone is screaming for you to do so, but you just can't. I am also hungry and ready to go home and collapse, home being a relative sort of term. Tomorrow I have my volunteer shift, and then hopefully I pack up all my shit and move in with my friend permanently. This in-between trying to find work/cash/another place to stay. I've basically been homeless for a long time, my parents' place not counting for much other than sheer pain. So I'm ready for my own abode, that's for damned sure.

So, if you know of a big Broadway show in the sky...or just anywhere...let me know. I can live underneath the theater like the Phantom, and just collect musical tributes for my rent. Or something like that.

Until we meet again, my sweets.