So i consider my slef a serious type,

and so here i sit reflecting back on 8.30 this morning

when i was far to encompante to understand how to use my key

to open the door to my new house

and having stood there for an hour with no sucsess calling my poor house mate

who open the door to a rather inebreated me in full cat costume whisers an all

fumbing and mummbling. away not only did he open the door for me

no he showed me how to use my key.

yes.

embaressment is at an all time high.

The wind is subsideing

and the snow is capping thw mountains again..

i have a place that i can call home.

and a dear friend,

i feel thankfull, and slightly silly.

its strange how this stuff happens.

the tieds of living some times up, some times down.

but back to my friend he makes me smile and some how

dont have to try to explain my self its so nice,

its strange how sometimes very rarly you meet people or more a

that amazes you and you can love them so easly.

just for being them.

sigh..

this entry feels like an empty cup.

another time...