I really love the song Fergalicious.
Don't judge me. I associate it with maiming and dismembering and Crispin Glover.
In other news, the caravan (that's me and Omah and James) will be hitting the dusty trail at the end of July. Goodbye Toronto. Hello Rochester. Goodbye life I've loved for so long. Hello life I have yet to discover.
It won't be for long, but I need to get away from it all for a while. I'm glad to have Omah and James along. I honestly didn't think they'd join me as this was a last minute decision. I know there will be nobody I love here in the very near future, but I didn't want to be the last to go (Omah wants me to point out that she gets it hardcore). I didn't plan to be the first, but here we go.
After I leave, Vincent will be going back to Nevada with his father. Ben is going to school in Vancouver, and Linda will be setting sail to Hollywood with stars in her eyes. Expect to see her name on the marquees. Alice and Victoria will be in from Germany. Alice was my first friend when I moved here from St. Catharines. I can't say I'll miss her the most because I've been missing her for a while now.
I will be having my going away shindig sometime between the 23rd and the 27th. Anyone can come, but since I don't know yet the exact time, date, and place of the event, I'm sure it will just be my tight-knit group of misfits (that's Ben and Vincent and Linda and Alice and Omah and James and special guests Victoria and Diello and Charles). Expect lots of hugging, some drinking, and hopefully not too many tears.