If it weren’t for my roommate, I’d be fat.

Well, maybe not fat. But doughy, yes.

I will be folding some laundry and I’ll pick up a t-shirt that has oil paint on it.

It puts such a bitter taste in my mouth. I guess that’s the only feeling I have left about all of it now.

(At least he always turned them inside out before he painted in them)

But then again, the thought of wearing them with the paint right next to my body like that is something I don’t think I like.

It’s funny how old relics of terrible relationships never cease to present themselves matter how hard you try to purge them from your life.

I guess we all need to be reminded of our past once in a while in order to keep our future rolling in the right direction.

At least they are just harmless reminders now, as opposed to the jarring assaults they used to be.

I had such a great time in NY. I am so surrounded by love here. It’s not going to be easy to get on that plane tomorrow.

I am going to miss all of you dreadfully…

Please come stay at Hotel ALLIfornia soon, my door’s always open, love heads.