Feel like a hurricane has ripped through the house that is my mental and emotional status quo, and I can't decide how to process all of these changes. First off, boys . Who knew that I would ever be liked by them? Too late though, I already have two cats. Just kidding, like cats are going to deter boys from pussy (I promise I haven't given my virginity away yet to any of the guys that only talk to me for 2 weeks at a time). Knowing that there are boys to talk to has really shaken up the flavors of my life. All the shit that I have been into since "the year Julia was fourteen" (so dubbed by the bros) no longer have the same appeal. What do I even do with myself on weekends now besides occupy my thoughts with boys? I suppose I have been visiting old man and skim in Austin, as well as going home a lot. Free time, when I'm not pooped, is TV, painting, and drinking. Bbobbo and Giogio may be languishing as a result (my bad, homies). I now have a full-blown addiction to ...