08.07.05 - 2:15 am

its late. i just left the new house to return to the old. i have a bed here. i have a carcass of a room left. my fish tank is here. my desk is here. my house is barren.

our oven has been cleaning its self now for nearly 30 hours. i hope i turned it off.

when i left the new house, a fight was surging and waning back and forth. bottles had been breaking all night. at least eight of them. im going to live across the street from some serious douchebags.

i take back what i said about the two guys from the party the other night. matt justice and guy in black shirt, you guys were great. proper gentlemen. i told black shirt guy to fight erin isaacsons boyfriend, and he glady accepted my request. her boyfriend was asleep some 70 miles away. matt immediately helped clean up some spilt beer, what muscle bound, flipped up collar 21 year old does that at a party these days? none ive ever met.

ive been saying this phrase for days now, but, tomorrow, i really am going to dismantle my fish tank.

cody is gone. ben is gone. justin is gone. ill be damned if im sleeping alone in that other house without at least my dog to help. tonight it seems, ill be sleeping on a bed with no comforter, just a pillow and a plaid mountain jacket.