Two months in counting is my departure date and I couldn't be happier. People are getting weirder by the hour around me. Random fist fights are breaking out at work and at dance clubs (angry lesbians). Met a manic depressive fireman who can't stop thinking about me, who has actually gotten under my skin a bit. The crazy red head boy un-invited me to his party, so i gave him the finger and told him to go fuck himself. My mother decides to rob a bank and goes to prison. I really hope they make her excercise while shes there because she put on a good buck thiry in the last couple years. I can't stop watching south park. Has the whole world gone crazy or just this city? That is something I intend to find out come December. My dear bad habit Buffalo, I will miss you while I'm gone. I thought of reasons to stay but then overcome with the fact that this paradise is not for me. Anywho gotta get back to apt huntin. peace love and happines bitches!

WELL HELLO! it's terry's birthday and I am here, visisting and tossing a couple back before i go to work. HAPPY BIRTHDAY tERRY! you are not old yet. As for me I just had a birthday of 22 years and it was filled with dancing fun with terry and paul,weird straight boys and lots of peach martinis. I have a fucked up living sitch, which I will not go into tonight since i have precious little time. gotta go

WELL HELLO! it's terry's birthday and I am here, visisting and tossing a couple back before i go to work. HAPPY BIRTHDAY tERRY! you are not old yet. As for me I just had a birthday of 22 years and it was filled with dancing fun with terry and paul,weird straight boys and lots of peach martinis. I have a fucked up living sitch, which I will not go into tonight since i have [reciou little time. gotta go

With 22 years just around the corner, I decided it's time to get my act together. For the past three months or so I have been practicing my "good boy" faith. Now what qualifies me as a "good BOy" you wonder? (or not?). Well I 'll start with less smoking. I buy a pack of cigarettes a week and usually finish them that day but for the rest of the six days Imight bum four. GOOD BOY. I've been practicing the big "C" word for the past three months also. (CELIBACY!!!!). And it is my choice contrary to what you skeptics think. I could be having sex and GOOD sex mind you, but choose not to for sake of this boy's feelings.GOOD BOY. THe RED head boy is a good lay but gets to clingy so his F.B. privliages has been revoked. Perminetly. Just as I mentioned before my birthday is just a few days away, and I plan to break the big "C" drought. But not with the red head. MY bar nights are restriced to one or two nights every two weeks, thanks to my overnight schedule at panos.GOOD BOY.
Lastly my plan to move to NEW YORK is still in full swing. I wanted to give a shout put to everyone I met at the party a couple weeks ago, (boxer boi, lady croft,jason) Sprinfaerie it's always a PLEASURE with you. I was thirlled to see HOLLY back in da house. Hodown, held it down, you get big ups for beating off the ogre. Gotta go. I hate computers. peace and love.

After careful consideration and about two weeks of having a boyfriend, i dumped him. I told him that i did not want to hurt him and that we should not see each other they way we were anymore. He just moved to buffalo 4 months ago, and I am moving to new york in about 4 months.Life just ins't fair is it? Other reasons I came to this decision are He was too clingy. He wanted to hang out everyday and everynight. He would say shit like "we should get an apt together." I say "what?" he say "nothing". About five days ago I told him that I did not want him getting too attatched to me and that I am taking things a little slower than he was. three nights ago I told him I wouldn't sleepover and he looked as if he was aout to cry. hmmmmm? So On the two day break I had from him I thought it would be best not to string him along any further. And then there was the walk home last night. I had already given him the news earlier in the day, and he said he would join me on my out to a party. FINE! I mean the boy di buy me flowers twice in the matter of four days. And then I notice VODKA in his hand and he walks into my apratment, swigging it. I offer o.j. He finishes vodka at the party and then he strats hoein to beer. It's time for him to go home. On that lovely that took 25 mins from forest to potomac, I had to latch on to poor boy because he could bearly keep his balance. And thenhe starts trying to change my mind. We would stop on the walk home to have these talks everytime he could get someting out. He say's " You are the shooting star of my life!" and "I believe in love at first sight and that I'm falling in love." And then he starts beating his self up. Saying " I am just a speed bump in your life." And then he tells me "YOu are the man I want to marry." I say back "are you sure about that?" Leaving him ON his porch while he asks me not to leave him. I go back to the party. A half hour later he's bck to the party, and with another beer. I ask "what are you doing" he trys to explain and he can't. 15 minuets later and a little more talking. He walks off the porch and staggers home. NIce boy, sweet boy, fantastic boy, but not my boy. I hope he becomes happy.