Deacon Frost

I'm not the princess you seek, but we can still have a real good time...

Well, I lied.

I said I was going to get back into writing in the journal
on a semi-regular basis. That was almost two months ago.
Such is life.

I think the main reason I haven't written, is that things
have been really busy lately. I'm moving in with a woman.
Yeah, well, it's not that glorious, we're not shacking up
or anything. I'm justing renting a room out of her house.
But, I have been spending all my free time the last month
working on her house to change it from "crack house" to
somewhat livable.

I think it will be good for me. As of late, I had gotten
stuck in a cave that I tended not leave. No, this isn't
the good kind of cave with your power animal, like in Fight
Club; this is the bad kind, where you end up sheltering
yourself from the rest of society. One thing about Kathy,
my chicka roommate, is that she is gonna force me, one way
or the other, to get out and have a more active social life.

Then there's my best friend, Daniel. He had been out of
work for quite some time and is seriously considering
moving to San Francisco. He recently got a part time job
here, but is still considering the move. He needs to do
what he wants; and if it's moving away from here, then so
be it...(as far from god, as heaven is wide, as far from
god, as angels can fly)...I think it upsets me for my own
selfish reasons. I'm slowly losing my closest friend one
by one, and there's no one to replace them...