Justin moved out a week ago. To be honest I've been a bit of a wreck about the whole thing. I spent the first two days sad. The next two where spent plastered. The next two hungry. For the past two days I have been enlightened if not slightly enraged. Right now I'm at my mom's house for a spell until I can safely return home without want to rip my hair out. The trip hasn't panned out like I thought it would though and right now I'm starring at the train schedule deciding if I should make a
break for it. This is all fucked up right now. I just can't wait for this to be over. I mean, has this wave of unfortunate events not yet reached it's crescendo ("ending on the right foot, and strike a fosse")? Major point if you know where that reference is from. We soon shall see. Oh one last thing... do you think this spandex makes me look fat?