Hmm. So today I drove all the hell over. Up one side and down the other of this town. And. Well. I'm not sure I'm really right for it any more. It's small. It's land o' tract housing, mini-malls, and mullets. No lie, I saw more fucking mullets today...just, ewe. And EVERYONE drives a large American can. I don't get it. My fuel efficient and very small Japanese car is feeling a little out of place.

I'm sorta thinking Vegas might be a fun place to call home. I dunno.

I mean, I do like it here. And downtown today I saw some cute apartments - at least from driving by. And I had fun digging through some antique stores for "stuff for my place" which has become something of a hobby. But. I dunno. That settled feeling I've had recently seems to be wearing off and now, instead of thinking about how I've gotten into this situation I'm thinking about what to do now that I'm here....yeah, so what do I do now?

And my parents dogs are driving me nuts. When I'm the only one home, like now, they're batshitfuckingcrazy and JESUS just sit down someplace and lick - because that seems to be what they do when they stop barking at me. Lick they're fool heads off. Whatever.

I'm sooooo a cat person. The cat and I get along great - he's the only one allowed in my room. I'm like a little girl with a "no boys" sign on her treehouse, 'cept it's a "no stinking, licking, barking ankle biters" in my room sign.

Moving along.

As much as I like being director of my life again, it's weird.

And, um, has anyone here ever gone to an "adult store" on their own? You could say my single-ness is setting in - in a big way. I'm trying to get up the nerve to go into one, but then I'm not even sure what I'd buy. But, man, I can tell why they say a woman's prime is her 30s.