I'm in second year university with exams in a few days, and next year I hope to be going through for my HBA.

The poster is very nice. I was thinking whenever ebay unsuspends me it might be a neat thing to own the '82 Kiss in the Dreamhouse poster also (oh and these things, some shirts and the recording). Because I liked learning that vibe - but wacky backtracky I know sorry, this new stuff is nice and I'm not allowed to get it until later. A little bit later on.

Miami should be easy. For instance, there's a photo studio in South Beach looking for a host and paying $20 hour. That's nice. Won't know anything until I'm there, but considering the $69 Key West tour and seeing Hemingway's house (ming thing bring - remember all that stuff?).

I know one thing - I'll so hate myself there. The mirror won't be anything nice at all. Every day I'll beg myself for follicle relocation and liposuction and perfect tones until I blow my brains out writing Vague Value.

By the way, Charleston is stunning. I'm somehow a bit dead, or insane, but I feel Miamish already and still here and don't even know how that feels. I don't want to give them in Texas my new address. I don't want them to send my things, everything new would be ok.

I'd rather get in shape and have a nice furnished place and really have a desk and write, and work for that rate of pay, and really focus and get that done. Perhaps the charge, though my plea is NOT GUILTY, perhaps it will be fuel for me- forcing me into GREATNESS of mind and importance of vision and vastness of productivity and HUGE success.

Owww. Well only three more days here. My brain feels funny and by the way -

They said someone dressed up as ME for Halloween and went around Charleston in an Olde Towne Carriage shirt and silver wig and TOLD people that he was being ME. But no one will tell me straight up why or who but some of the other carriage companies told me this and also, when coaxed, co-workers.

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