Nineteen

Two hundred entries (in my personal journal) ago I was in Paris, heading to Switzerland, fucking Gabe inbetween
NOW he’s married, I’m moving into Manhattan tomorrow, messaging with Jason whom I largely ignored whilst spending my time in France

I AM OUT OF MY MIND EXCITED TO MOVE TO MANHATTAN TOMORROW
H O LY F U C K I N G S H I T
I found this great place on the lower east side, a place I’ve ALWAYS wanted to live because its a vegan mecca — 13thst between first and second ave
The girl renting it out is in her thirties, A CANCER!!!!!!!, she’s cute and works in the film busineess, think she’s a big deal because her facebook has her on red carpets with Benedict Cumberpatch and shit. The best part is she’s bicoastal so she won’t be there all the time!!!!!!!!!!!

She wants to meet me tomorrow, and if all goes well I can move in the next day — but I’m too fucking antsy, going to stay the night in another place and work in a random strip club that allows me to dance that night. I sent Dwane two text messages hours ago, slightly worried but trying not to lose hope. Why would he just not want me to work all of a sudden? Fingers crossed, universe is all over the place right now, gahhhh xxxxxxxxx

I napped for the first time in weeks which was very needed

I’m going to eat in a bit

Book a place to stay for the next two days, then walk it out

Have been messaging with Jason, he’s so fucking cuteeeeeeee. All excited for me to come into the city, asking what I want for christmas and shit (madness, nothing!!!!). He was raised Jewish and since today is Chanukah I feel all caught out and rude. But shit I haven’t done friend presents since Layla. I hope I make shittons stripping. 
DWANE WRITE ME BACK