I really need to go to sleep. I'm exhausted. I just keep ticking away on this keyboard. I for every ounce in me do not know why.
I seriously think I'm going to kill the dude outside that is projecting his mofo'ing system into the ears of us insomniacs[sp?]. Oh suburbia. How I loathe thee.
Good news: I've found some great apartments. Serious about moving out, am I. Heh, that was Yoda-esque. Gregg wants to come with me. So he says. I could seriously see myself living with him. I'm just not sure he really wants to come. It's a big step for the both of us. Not really together as much as individually.
More than anything, I want him happy. I want happiness also and happiness is moving out of this house. It would be easier with Gregg with me. By and for comfort, stress, and finances.
I dyed his hair blue after his hair cut. It's so teh secks. He looks dayum good. :3
Bad News: I am now going to kill MisterBoomBoomRapMusakCarShocksBeingRapedGuy with a teaspoon of water.