I like my earlier blog-writing style better. I'm making a concerted effort to return to that style.

I have five bags of toiletries, and those are the ones that I don't use. The ones I do use take up less than a bag of space.

All of my booty calls are no longer available. They all have girlfriends. And as an aside, apparently none of my platonic friends were available to find some trouble this evening, either. Sigh. So I'm filling my new iPod with music. Some guys might think that's hot. I happen to feel kind of lame about it.

I am moving on Thursday. again.