  Real World Usually I don't talk much about my personal life here. It is still therapy, this blog thing. Giggling at the smaller detail things in life, rather than rehashing the big nasty stuff. In any case, I am feeling quite well. I am loving my new roommate. We sipped on cheap wine and played Super Mario Brothers. He happens to be an ex-bartender and a DJ. I am also on my way to a hostel in NYC this weekend for a little me-time. I am excited about the very "Real World" prospect of sharing a hostel room with 7 strangers.
To celebrate my newly-achieved independance, I will be futzing around the city looking very lost and attempting to figure out the subway system while simultaneously trying to keep my body temperature at a reasonable degree. Tomorrow night I will be alone in a creepy Greyhound bus station in Cleveland at eleven, in case anyone wants to come and mug me. See ya in NYC! 
