I've been sort of huddling away from the world.  I'm with my new girlfriend all the time if we're not at our shit jobs, her mom's basement, the Shell station, and Rite Aid all falling within the same half-mile radius.   I've adopted her friends.  The friends I had in Baltimore were mostly superficial- Andrew pissed me off by being btichy and passive aggressive.  Sometimes I miss living in the City, but the truth is I'm just tired.  I've always said it doesn't take much to satisfy me, all I want is a simple good life where I can have my woman, my friends, my entertainment.   Just rest my head on her chest and smile.   I was thinking of leaving- not lusting for a certain place or change, but suspecting that Baltimore has been sucking the life out of me.   I joined a local rugby team, I have a local bar.  Chrissy are sickeningly cute.  It's nice to be able to say this is my girl, only mine, go home and kiss the same mouth every night, hold her when I sleep. 



In early Febuary I plan to move to Boston.  I wanted to leave earlier but Chrissy won't go without her best friend, a big punk-rock dude I like a lot and wouldn't mind having along, and he won't leave til he gets his tax return.  Febuary is the earliest you can get it.  She needs to get out of this quiet suburb anyway, she's lived in the same house for 10 years.  For now its nice to see all the same people, go to work(Shell station) which is easy and awesome. I work night shift a lot, tending a bright oasis in the night, drunk people wander in and keep me company,  I fuck with the customers.  The owners all love me so I can do prety much anything I want.  I handle money, candy and cigarettes, so I'm basically surrounded by wealth.  Oh absurdity.