10:35 AM on Friday, March 12, as I start this entry. I just spent my second night in my apartment and all is well. Things

Slate and brick ChicagoSnow on March 11My radiator clanks and growls

So here I sit, specifically not calling potential emplyers. Why is that? It’s because my cell phone, not 48 hours old, is alread doing stupid

So here I am, sitting in front of my computer in my new (and first ever) apartment in Chicago, Illinois. I met my roommate around

…I’m in Chicago. Currently on Kourtney’s computer. I got a cell phone and it’s the tiniest thing ever. And my new number is 773.820.2118. Hopefully

The clock reads 8:43 AM as I start this entry – the last thing I do before I pack up my computer, get in the

The official sentence of the day – “Holy shit I’m leaving tomorrow.” Planned time of departure is set for 10:00 tomorrow morning. If past events

Packing is a pain in the ass. Actually, the packing part of all of this is quick and easy, since I’m hardly taking anything with

My youth and my twenties are going by the wayside with nary a fuck to pass the time. God I need to get laid.

So I know I’m getting closer to the things I want to do, though at this point I still have no idea where I’m going.