The walls are decorated with all 6 of my Garbage posters. Photos I took from Big Sur and SF are taped all over in random patterns. The room just screams Alan.

The 5 months of drifting around finally comes to an end. I can rebuild what was left of myself now. *cheer*

Kim, the girl that use to live in my room called me the day before I was suppose to move in. She gave me a big speech about how her dad went nuts. She doesn't want to move home, so she was trying talk talk me out of moving in. Hey, I HAVE TO MOVE. She didn't give me much of a choice, and my needs are more urgent. Anyone that knows bad homelife, I do. I feel bad for her, but she didn't leave me with a bunch of options. It's the day before for godsake.