i had so much on my mind before i came over to my parents house, now i can't think of damn thing i wanted to say. probably because i wrote like 3 pages in my notebook. i must've got it all outta my head. which is a good thing. there's too much going on in there. this stone feature i've built around myself is starting to crumble piece by piece. it's getting harder to act happy anymore. i mean i am happy, but only like 72% of the time. ppl always say, "you got a great job, your own apt, lots of money, a car, nice things, good food, blah blah" but if you know me i don't measure happiness with material success. i mean yeah it's awesome to finally have something to call my own, but it'd be nice to share it with someone. yeah i love being single right now, don't get me wrong, but sometimes i miss having a steady female companion (not girlfriend) to talk to, go out with, do it with... y'know. like tonight i was making dinner and chillin out watching a movie and i just thought how it'd be nice if i had someone to join me, sleep over.(although not sleep *wink wink*) with no mess afterwards. i miss that, that's why i moved out in the first place! and it beats waking up to people whom you later wish you hadn't, haha. although i'm sure i'll be doing it again soon. oh well! i'm not worried about it, being single is still awesome.

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