good god

i'm house-sitting for a friend of mine and she has a computer. it's been a while since i've used a real sit-down computer. that didn't make any sense. what i mean is i don't have a computer of my own (moral reasons...like i don't want to become a fat nerdy slob) and changed my phone plan so i cannot use the web on it anymore. it's still there but will cost me an arm and a leg to browse. and that's just stupid. computer time is very limited now. i like it that way.
i'm sitting here and a geriatric cat on the table keeps reaching out and patting my face with her paw, then just dug her claw into my lip.
today i'm going to allston ("rock city" whooo...ew. bitch please. people who seriously use that term make me ill) to hang out with a friend of mine, to be blunt a dude that's probably totally in love with me (when someone has had you as their phone wallpaper it's a given), a fellow painter who i hang out with to make art. i don't mind allston in small doses, it's even mildly entertaining on the weekends with drunks everywhere (drunks under age 30) but i couldn't live there again. today, however, is a holiday so hopefully most of the college kids will be gone. allston is a straight ghost town on christmas. today, who knows. today is just like any other day for me. i, uh, don't do holidays. the only difference to relish on them is that a lot of the city is dead. the only folks around allston on winter holidays are the non-college people who live there...homeless people and orphans. it's great.

what's new. burned out at work, saving up (whatever that means) to move; moving means whittling down my stuff to three large bags and whatever i can layer and living like an ex-con for a while, heating up dollar burritos at seven eleven, brushing teeth in public bathrooms, disappearing. i can't wait for this. the up-and-gos have got me. they dig their hooks in deep and pull me along like some goth dork with daddy issues doing suspensions.
tonight i'll hang out with a friend of mine who i've known for a long time. we have a love/hate friendship that at intervals makes me want to smash his head with my fist and also get him to move around the country with me. maybe that's what being married is like. i've probably bitched about married people in here before.
ok gotta run.