December 1, 2004
This will be my last month of laziness, of reveling in this fictional life I have created for myself. After December, everything will change. Big city, bright lights, underground trains, and love all around. Dirty socks and credit reports, term papers and shots of cheap vodka to help it all pass. My free ride has almost expired; I must break free of this false life and start living it for real and loving it, warts and all. I have my boy and my baby kitty and a crazy mom with recipes for pot brownies. Does anyone really need anything more?