I got the apartment I wanted (I think?). I move in on June 1st, its in a cute little neighborhood in Albany, close enough to everything worth riding my bike for. I am pinched for money, and I'm scared but I'm trying not to worry too much about it. I bought some furniture and got a kitten because Josh is keeping our Nyx. I am really torn between being a grown up and being Josh's little pet, because sometimes I like it. I don't know what the future holds, I can't even tell you what I'm doing for my 20th birthday on the 28th of this month. I hope i wont spend it alone, most of all I'd like to spend it at home with my family but on any given day that is what I'd rather be doing.
I haven't seen my mom, dad, sister, or brother in almost a year. I feel like this lost little fish all alone in a sea of red sauce. C'mon New York! Where the fuck is the mexican food? I am beyond sick of New York food. I would give up ever eating italian food again just for one damn carne asada burrito from Las Pasaditas in Portland. Looks like I'll be heading out there in July!
All i do is work work work and I don't hate it. It's weird.
