22 days, and I get to see my favourite pony again, and the lovely, dear cats we all inherited when I took the mullethead in. 3 more housecleanin's, party hearty on the 28 and 31 of October through the 2nd of November, then again on November 11, then HOME on the 15th of November. I'm so amped that I'm goin' for a run after this post.
I'm gettin' off on the news reports, too. The signs are out there that things are a'changin' for the better in people wakin' up. It's happenin' faster and faster. The revolution grows, and there's even talk about gettin' rid o' the monetary economy. The mullethead's opinion of the human race even got slightly better, which is somethin' I once thought I'd never see. Lovin' the bank runs. There's a headline I saw about a B of A manager beggin' people not to close their accounts. I hope this person is ignored. The institution must go away. All of them must die, the worse than worthless, corrupt cunts.
On the 14th, we were gonna leave the car at the house, and sign the pink slip over to our landlord as a gift. Me and the mullethead would stay at the hotel, my mentor would drive the thing back, do the final housecleanin' on the 9th, come back, and we'd be outta here. My mentor told me we'd walk. It will be nice to get all of myself put together again, and not be so heavily compromised as I was now for the sake of my stay. I was royally sick 'o that.
Now, I had to get out of here. I was gonna run as fast as I could, for as far as I could. I suppose I'll leave my mates a note, for at the moment, I have no idea how long that will take.
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