Gays are so wierd.

So I feel good about moving. Right now, my flow chart is:

Got a job offer? ----> Is it a rad job? ----> Take it and stay.
l yes l yes
l no l no
l l
Hello Austin. <--------

But thinking about it, I just want to go. There's something awfully enticing about starting over when I have some semblance of being a real person under my belt-no one around I've had shamefully hooked up with or people that have memories of me doing really immature things or bars I've had multiple breakdowns in (another reason to not drink). I have the rad fantasies of having a nothern accent (do Texans find our accents appealing or is it just vica-versa? Let's hope for the best) and charming multiple people not only with my whimsy (I've decided I'm going to keep a human hand in the freezer, or perhaps a fake cat) but also with my astonishing ability to make money while somehow maintaining my inspiring chill. Also, I want a bulldog and two barn cats.