13 days. count em.

exactly 13 days until i’m supposed to be OUT of my apartment.

it’s crazy.

new york hasn’t shown any signs of wanting me. no jobs. no place to stay. i dunno. i was telling my homie earlier that i haven’t really committed to going. like, sink or swim mode.

i have to decide that that’s where i wanna be. regardless. it’s not an easy commitment to make, when you’re used to everything being set out in front of you neatly, knowing where your checks will come from, and when, how you’re going to eat, where you will sleep.

i’m at barnes & noble now, and i  have to head home in a few minutes to get back to cleaning my apartment out. the most unfun shit EVER.

aight. i promise that’s the last time i do some bitching in this blog.

this blog ain’t about bitching!!!