Long story short, I used to live in an apartment, alone. My landlord was playing these ridiculous games, acting unprofessional, and out of line, so I left my apartment and moved in with my good friend Cody. Cody lives in a three bedroom house with a “Florida room”, (no AC ad-on). I moved in the beginning of November. Well technically I was moved in before the first. Anyway.. Recently our friend (mostly Cody’s) is moving in. He has a kid. The cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. I met him today for the first time. 

Watching Adam and his son is spectacular. As weird as this may be, I want kids as soon as possible. I’ve always fantasized about finally having children, a family, a life. Something to come home to.

Hopefully things with Adam aren’t awkward. See, I got really drunk on Monday, and well, ended up hooking up with him. Apparently I did more than I thought too. Great, no more rum shots for me. Anyway, he’s pretty into me, and I’m not sure how things are going to be after he moves in. Time will tell I suppose.

Last night I cleaned Hell (the kitchen mess from the party Friday). I went over to Jesse’s, got REALLY high, domed a dro blunt to my face, which I only paid five dollars for, and then went home, clean, pigged out, and passed out. Whatever works right.. My Mom told me that my Dad wanted to start a family with another female. Interesting. He was never there for the “family” he “started” 18 years ago. You know, I just hope that he doesn’t hurt them like he hurt me. It’s not fair. Nothing I can do about it, but accept it and move passed. Not going to lie though, I cried, and it hurt. It still hurts. But I’ll make it through..