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 deep in my heart

there's a house, big enough to hold all of you.

this is new house. new room in new house. i love it. it rocks. i should have like, set it up. cleaned it.. staged it for The Internet. but i did not. took these shots this morning after i woke up.. after a long night of horrible nightmares. bad bad dreams about a stalker finding me and trying to rape and kill me. i cut his arms off with a samurai sword - don't fuck with me - then he still kept coming and coming after me. and the people i told about it? the ones i asked for help, didn't believe me. so i cut their fucking arms off too. locked 'em in an apartment. and beheaded the stalker.

fucking dreams. now i'm putting on The Internet, pictures of my bedroom.. for all the stalkers who want to rape and kill me. bring it mother fuckers. i've got my sword.

the real exciting news about all this bullshit, is i have a new place to live. out of san fucking leander. a warehouse in oakland. i live with a super cool dude, was a friend of a friend.. now he's MINE. and a chick we found on craigslist. dig it. she has a cat, he has a cat and a dog. and i love the animals. all of them. i rub my face on 'em and all kindsa gay shit like that. i don't live in The City. which is probably good, my drug usage and partying was getting to be a bit much. well, i mean... we'll see what happens. oh shit. all the things i could say.. but i'm not gonna. why? i'm bored. bloggin is like talking to yourself, without the fun stares. so fuck it. and fuck you too.
party city.