full of moxie and viscosity

I've been in such a good mood recently that I cut my own hair, decided against an obviously pointless situation, interviewed for a ridiculous new job, went to a poetry slam and read an impromptu poem about phone sex, wrote a new fantastic scene to the novel, and enjoyed every single second of my time at Sylvan today... the whole she-bang.

AND.

Last night I spent three hours talking to a mysterious, long-haired (seriously long, like, down to his waist), introspective, drug using, cigarette smoking, poetry writing, Kevin-Spacey look-aliking, heavy metal listening, political preference having, information-addicted, dramatic man of 26 who seriously had me laughing and swooning and thinking and fighting and really TALKING for the first time since I've moved out of Los Angeles. I tell you this. Fresno is definitely not what I expected.

Don't get all upset. I'm still moving to Los Angeles. Just feel happy for me that I am not completely depressed and fucked up. Things are not just okay anymore. They are good.