if someone asks this is where i'll be

looking around my room today- it is a mess. as usual, there are clothes and half finished projects everywhere. i feel kind of confined to this room because i have roommates. i can't wait to live alone. i want to be able to write my name all over the walls and sleep on the living room floor with my glasses on. i want to be able to wake up in the morning half naked and make tea in my kitchen. i also dont care if my home looks like a peacock threw up all over it, which i have had to tone down living with boys. i have to think twice about things being too girlie and wondering which lines i can cross..

the other night i got a little bit drunk... i had a friend over and knocked over a wine glass by my bed and it shattered and i didnt clean it up until the next night.. i mean who cleans up broken glass drunk? i dont. the point is i knew where not to step. i also knocked over a candle in the kitchen... broken glass all over the stove.. had to clean that up.. was drunk, not sure i did such a good job cause my roommate stepped in some the next day apparently. I, however, would have avoided that spot until the glass was picked up. mind you, all this broken glass business happened in one night... not really sure what im trying to say.. but mainly it is... if i lived alone i could avoid the broken glass, but i have to consider others and sometimes you just dont have time for that, or if you are me you are really scatter brained and sometimes just forget things.

i want to come home at two in the morning and stumble around my living room and turn on all the lights and make a lot of noise.

im mostly just waiting to feel "at home" at my home.

shit, i have been complaining a lot this week. maybe i need a drink? maybe i need to break some glasses?

luv, sara