I'll show him...

Justin says that I can't post right now because I have to put thought into my writing...Someday others will marvel at the profundity of my first-ever blog, written on the fly. But not Spanish fly, because we're a (relatively) drug-free household now. Mainly limited to caffeine... At the moment, Maurice, aka Space Cowboy, aka Gangsta of Love, aka the cutest kitten ever, is fighting the good fight, attacking Justin with only the mini-blinds to protect him.
The both of us (Maurice & I) are still living in Julie (aka Wassabi)'s apartment right now, but tomorrow I will fax the signed copy of my lease for my beautiful *new* way-out-of-my-price-range French Quarter apartment in the middle of downtown Nawlins, New Or-LEANS for the uninitiated. Sometimes you just have to say "I deserve it," and then sign your life away into thousands of dollars of debt. So much for living in the black. But it'll be exciting. My mom says that I'm very courageous to move so far away, and borrow so much money in pursuit of my dreams. Very cheesy and supportive, my mom, just like the little blue boxes of Kraft that I will be surviving on very soon. Ha ha. As if I'll be able to afford brand name Mac-and-cheese.
My attention span is waning, so to the point. All of you people who can't get enough of me can now get your updates here, and maybe a weekly glimpse of life in the Big Easy. Right now I'm going to stop and try to be social while Justin flirts with our neighbor, Christy, or as he likes to call her, his "future wife."