Oh Hey Denny.

Speaking of Denny's, I ate at Denny's. Did I tell you that? It felt weird. It felt like a place I never thought I'd go. It felt like a place I never thought I'd go and then talk about later.  But continuously saying, "oh hey denny," made it kind of worth it.

So I meant to tell you guys about my walking stick. One of the first days I was here David took me on a short hike in a secluded mountain spot. On the way into this pathway/park area/ambiguous entrance we noticed a stick laying right across our tracks. A beautiful stick. David picked it up but it was too short for him. He went to toss it but I grabbed it. Perfect height. Bent end for a perfect handle.

I know this sounds crazy but I feel like I can walk any distance or climb any mountain as long as I have that walking stick. I hiked with it that day and it was glorious. I threw it in David's trunk when we got back to the car and I aim to whittle the shit out of it. I'm thinking lions and whatnot. Maybe lions and dragons.

What would you guys do if I got super into whittling? I gotta whittle you guys some stuff. Also, do any names for the walking stick come to you organically?

But what if I'm getting this all wrong. What if the universe is really trying to leave me a pimp cane.

So sum cool shit is happening tomorrow..I'm gonna go pick up my car, which is a 2000 Honda Civic. AHH! I will have a car. I don't care that it's old. The situation is I'm going with the current owner (Allison's friend Tida's super asian mom) to pick it up from the mechanic who has taken care of this car for its entire existence (Jim). I like this situation because A. this car comes with its own man. B. the man trades over to me. C. this "car man" has been in their family for years, and only NOW,  now that they need to plan my introduction to him, have they finally asked his name, and they're not even sure if they heard him correctly when he said whatever it was that sounded like "Jim."

Also, since I'm only spending 2500 on my car, I'm thinking I'm gonna splurge on a pain job..and I'm thinking a deep, radiant purple...

THEN after THAT, I'm moving in. It's pretty crazy to think that as of tomorrow I will have a place and a car. I can't really wrap my head around that. I think it might call for buying a bottle of jack (at CVS) and then walking down the street playing thought thought pass with strangers. or maybe..smoking a j and starting to whittle a magical stick. I don't know, one of the two.

Anyway I have to go to sleep. But I just wanted to holler.

PS does anyone read this?
ARE YOU OUT THERE?