So let’s see. Christmas is over. It’s officialy a new year. Class starts again in one week.
This is my life. Living at Jim’s house. I’ve been painting it. I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t know that it matters any more. I think things just are how they are. You live the life you’ve got. Sometimes things change and that’s good and sometimes they don’t and that can be good too. You need to know what you want in life and sometimes that a difficult thing to do. Sex and love are different things. I know this, but in my head the thing that makes a boyfriend a boyfriend is the sex not the love. So maybe i’m a little strange in the head… who knows. I’ll figure things out. eventually