do you have a fucking banaaana?

First off, mad birthday wishes to sia. Happy October, you beautiful girl you. *good squeezy* I'm sending Autumn breezes your way.

Second, check it. Ian and I are moving in together, finding a place in Kansas City it seems. It had me all stressy there for a couple days, but now I'm okay. Still a little scared, but that's natural. He really is amazing. He makes me feel so at ease. When I haven't seen him for even a few hours, I miss him terribly. I don't even have the money to really do this right now, but it's what I want. Love. Yeah, that's right, Love. Spelled correctly and audibly conveyed...last night, actually. Fuck, I miss him now. It's not even like I want to pounce on him, which I do, actually...it's more like a, I want you around, all the time, kinda thing. Reciprocation is neat.

It's October. It's a real Fall, not a California Fall (aka, Spring), but a real burning leaves, cool breeze, apple cider, pumpkin patch, hayrack ride, hot toddy, cinnamon-colored, red, yellow, and orange, FALL.

Saw Cold Creek Manor. One of the WORST movies I've seen in years.
Saw Kill Bill. One of the most enjoyable movies I've seen in years.

"America is built on a tilt, everything loose slides to California." --Mark Twain
And that's all I'm going to say about that fucking re-call.

p.s. My hair is dark purple. It's keen.