mountain, you are my rock

when i got back to eugene the mountains were the first thing i was thankful for, but i was still bummin.  i guess spending 2 weeks in the place you grew up surrounded by your family could have that affect on you when you arrive home, to a place that isn't yet home. so, naturally, i cleaned out the fridge. i found so many things in there that i don't want to talk about.

this christmas i fell down the rabbit hole. i only read vampire mystery novels and woke up late, only to roll out of bed and pack lizi up and be the rock that gary needed to get through new jersey.  super stoked that lizi will be a permanent fixture in portland from now on.

tomorrow is portland rat race, friends car was impounded leaving me to designate myself their driver to the north. im hoping to eat at blossoming lotus, ive been dreaming about it. im doing well in my rawness, sincerely enjoying it.

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this new year, im gona try to kick it off right. im not completely positive how to go about this, but im hoping to find out.