InsaneJournal

I don't want to talk about how I feel so alone and useless that sometimes I consider just leaving this place and setting out for some place like California. Maybe start up a shop on the beach out there and see were life goes. I drifted away from a lot of people I used to talk to and it just really, really sucks. And I didn't want to type any of that, but I started to talk about how my ficus was doing so well, and my fingers started to type all that instead. And no matter how much I want to delete this post, I can't.

I think Chuck the drunk prophet is right. There's something in the water.

I also don't think my new dog likes me. He keeps peeing on my floor and he's suppose to be trained.