and so he returned--with a cowboy hat in the place of the pompom beanie.
he also came back with a house.
and alot of smiles and reassurance and animated story telling.
austin gave him hope, but he warned i need to be there for him this month, as l.a. sucks the hope right back out of him.
holy moly crapoly.
screw august, we are on the road on the 1st of july.
arriving just in time for me and america's bday.
wow, my 1st bday on 6th street...although not my last, for sure.
speaking of drunks, on thursday matt and i are going to florida to see my dad.
and my unvirgin sister.
alot of humidity is in my future.

and this morning at 5:15 in the a(wful).m. he kissed me goodbye...
dressed like a 16 year old boy (beanie with a pompom, a thermal over a collared shirt, and cargo shorts)he left and boarded a flight to go do grown up house stuff.

holy craps.
i cannot stand it.

i am already furniture shopping.
in austin of course.
i. heart. craigslist.

dear august,
where are you?
have you always been this far away?
love,
b

the house i am house/dogsitting at is 75% stairs.
is that a good thing?
in the stair house there are 3 dogs.
then there are my 3 dogs.
6 dogs.
holy craps.
this morning could have been better.
matt would have liked to sleep a little longer i am sure.
but there was urine. there was poo.
and apparently dog skid marks.
dogs dont wear underwear as i am sure you know.
so the white carpet was victim to an itchy poopy butt being dragged acrossed it.
these dogs are usually quite good about not going in the house.
i am going to blame it on all the damned stairs.
too many stairs to the doggie door.
and in unrelated undoggie unpoopy news, i am moving to austin.
in august.
awesome.
austin. august. awesome.