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First day of Birth Month

So...life. As I feel like i talk about on the daily, has really taken turns in the last two months. Went through two potential roommates, both backed out, had a tentative other option, fell through. Found a few apartments, fell through for sketchy reasons. So moved in with Kadin, who I am sure is over joyed HA. Only for a few weeks before I sublet a friend of a friend's bedroom for a few weeks. Doing that for two reasons: It's extremely cheap, and I will actually inhabit LA so instead of driving 75 miles to Loma Linda, I can actually, house hunt, work out, eat dinner, sleep IN past 5am, you know shit normal people do! Wow what a novel plan. So once I do that I can fiercely hunt for a studio, which I hope to find! I am deciding I will just have to settle. Buy one of those things that goes on a steering wheel, or car wheel, so my car won't be stolen if I don't have a place with parking. I also need to pillage, I thought I did, but moving into Kadin's on Sunday really made me angry. I have way too much shit. That I don't use. It is now all over his garage, house, rooms, etc. Glad he has a big house, poor guy and such an amazing friend and basically the love of my life! HA. :). So I also decided that I have a new pet peeve: if something is going well, and it shouldn't be changed, DON'T change it. This won't make sense to many but it makes perfect sense to me. Also learn from your mistakes, grow up, move on, and love life every day. Take in meeting new people, and take in what they have to offer your life or the world. Ok cheesy bit. I kind of want to act, but I know that is no where in my future. I could attend a work shop on weekends, no? Oh golly. My birthday is in 17 days. 27 has shown me a WHOLE NEW ME. It's insane. Well better sign off...almost off work and this is clearly not work. Peace babes.

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