Dec. 07, 2003 @ 11:29 p.m.

I’ve stopped the entertaining of the thought at leaving. No longer is happiness aborted. I’m jumping and dancing around like a 4 year old child putting together a jigsaw puzzle only my puzzle means a lot more than the cute, wet cat even though we both share the same facial expression. My pieces are fitting together but I think there’s one missing. I haven’t looked real hard yet, haven’t combed completely through the box, so I can’t say for sure but I have a feeling it’s not within my local vicinity. I love getting paid. I love living here, in a city that loves me back. I love the recognition and I love to create. I love loud music, punk rock and emo girls with their spiked belts and endless lip-gloss. I love it. Finally, I am settling into a routine of which I would be proud to show someone that was mine. No longer do I wait on the train that’s never coming.