fuck yer day

Feeling like something left me.Oh, yeah. it did.

Such a wicked trail I’ve left over the years. Such a mess I can’t clean up.

Moving back to Nebraska. Not a failure, don’t get your hopes up darling. I’m gonna be in Europe for 2 1/2 months. Got to save me up some money. Paying $750 a month for rent just dosn’t allow any room for putting money away. As much as I hate Nebraska, this is a sacrifice I have to make for myself.

I’m gonna have a fucking blast in Europe, so two months of loneliness back in the midwest is no problem.I made a vow not to rot.

Here I go. Gonna stay fresh.

I’ve got festivals to build. Deserts to conquer. Beers to drink. Couches (and pubs) to surf. It’s on.

new chapter

Everyday I'm itching to leave more and more.
I'm gonna try and get my plane ticket for june then just couchsurf till Nowhere.I see these people having so much fun... I really need to get out more.
I secured my deposit and a chunk of change from my landlord for the move. We talked about everything and he was satisfied with our agreement. He feels bad that I got so sick being there, and he knew I wasn't a pushover.

Now everything I own is taking space in my friends living room. I hate feeling like a burden, and I'm trying like hell to find a new place to live within the week.

I keep taking these flights of fancy, then burning them to the ground regardless of who else is tagging along.