birth of a hobo

I was not always a hobo. In fact, I used to live in a great big beautiful Queen Anne house. It had bay windows and a secret room and a chandeliere.

And then it burned down.

That was the night of April 29th and I'm still waiting for my insurance money. Which means I'm doing things like sleeping on a floor with my cat and washing my underwear in the sink. But being a writer, I had to go and buy a laptop or else I was just shooting myself in the foot. And that's how I came to be homeless and clothesless and sitting in coffee shops on the Internet.

I'm not as homeless as I had been (okay, technically I'm not homeless at all these days) which is good. Today marks several awesome new things:

1. I received a royalty check. I'm not gonna brag, but this thing is nearly big enough to pay for dinner at Subway.

2. I got a secondhand, twin-sized bed with a huge pee stain. YES.

3. The genuinely awesome thing: U.S. District Chief Judge Vaughn R. Walker ruled that Proposition 8 is unconstitutional on both Equal Protection and Due Process grounds. This is a huge, huge win. I'm sure it'll be appealed, but I'm that much closer to being able to marry my boyfriend.

God, I wish I was back in California with him so we could fag out and make out in front of city hall. <3