Choices.

I think i've resolved the age long question of how one person keeps themselves in a rut.
People around you have interesting ways of making you spend money or making you feel bad when you dont have enough.


For some reason this font seem kinds of noodly to me but for today we'll go with it.
I am sitting here on the eve of my last day of summer itching to create and not knowing where to start, so as usual I'll start with random ramblings on the internet in sweet hopes that something will rise from the lazy ashes and like a phoenix i'll have something worth doing. who knows?


As far as fitness is concerned i've fallen off the wagon. However, on the upside i've been eating better than i have in years. I dont know.. it's disheartening to walk 40 minutes to the gym it might be a more ridiculous endeavour when I move to northgate.


That's right. The gavel has been placed and I suppose I dont feel all put together about it. I didn't have much of a choice being that my landlord has nixxed pets in the apartment all together and I wanted to stay in place that wouldn't charge me 800+ per rent.


In a month I will be packing my life here of 3 years and moving out and it scares the hell out of me. I have been able to sleep well but my dreams quickly become nightmares.


I learned not to long ago that when my Dog ran away from my stepmothers house that my father didn't bail him out of dog jail. He left Simon there.. to rot.
--Agh! this blog doesn't want to be written. Anyhow, I had this dream of a news broadcast stating that dogs had been founded buried underneath cobble stone next to Bridget's old house. 


Even my dreams dont want to forget how much I miss that Dog. 
I keep having unsettling nightmares and my body clock is wired to 8am.


I dont really know where to begin there but either way-- its unsettling that i never pictured moving out of this apartment so soon, nor was it intentional.


Balls.